Zhongqing had cut vegetables before, holding a knife and cutting the vegetables into uneven pieces, and she had to think about how to cook the next dish all the time.
She accidentally made a small cut on her index finger, and blood kept pouring out.
Zhong Qing couldn't help but scream, threw the knife to the ground, then covered her fingers, her expression became tense.
Bleeding...will she die? What should I do if she has tetanus?
The habitual thoughts of being naturally afraid of death were swirling in her mind for a moment, and she couldn't help but shouted outside: "Blood...blood..."
Before she could finish her words, someone grabbed her finger.
Zhong Qing looked up, but it was Yi Jian who was still upstairs just now, grabbing her finger, panting, as if running down from the top very quickly.
Yi Jian looked at the wound on her finger and saw that it was not too serious. She breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but scolded slightly: "I won't be trying to be tough!"
His tone was somewhat stern.
Usually the young marshal would simply say nothing when he was angry, but he had never rebuked someone like this.
Zhongqing is inevitably a little scared, but when she thinks about it carefully, she feels a little aggrieved in her heart.
Isn't it because of him that she did this?
I couldn't help but my eyes turned red, and I started to regret it in my heart. If I had known better, I wouldn't have tried so hard. I couldn't do anything, so I still did it. It was not worth the gain. I didn't make him happy, and I was scolded by him!
Zhongqing could only stand there stiffly, forgetting the pain and fear of death, she gritted her teeth secretly and remained silent.
"Xu Ang, medicine box!"
Yi Jian grabbed her arm with some force, as if she was angry, and pushed her to sit on the sofa outside. His voice was also terrifyingly cold!
Zhong Qing's heart trembled when he heard this, and he didn't dare to say anything. But when he saw Xu Ang bringing the medicine box over, he opened it himself and took out bottles and jars from it, like some western medicine, but he couldn't read any of them.
Understand.
He grabbed her finger, dipped some liquid in cotton, and attached it to her wound.
It hurts!
Zhongqing bared her teeth, her eyes were red, she didn't dare to cry or scream, she could only gasp.
After hearing her gasping, Yi Jian became more cautious, then removed the gauze, applied medicine, and wrapped her tightly.