Xiong Weiqun was shocked and wanted to struggle to protest, but when the woman saw Zhong Ping, she even let go, so she gave her thumbs up and joined Zhong Ping's plan to "hold Xiong Weiqun down".
As soon as Xiong Weiqun freed one of his arms, he felt that the wound was so painful that he was dying. His combat effectiveness dropped sharply. He finally gave up the resistance, took a deep breath and said to Zhong Ping: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you wanted to die?" He was so early.
One shot killed Zhong Ping to avoid future troubles.
When Xiong Weiqun stopped struggling, the woman was pressing his thigh with a smile, while Zhong Ping pressed his chest, put her face close to his ear and whispered to him: "I have weapons..."
Xiong Weiqun frowned and was about to retort, but the woman smiled leisurely and said, "Then should I be careful?"
The noise made Zhong Ping feel feverish on his face. How could anyone be so obedient to this level?!
For the next time, Zhong Ping silently stepped aside. The woman pushed the three-story trolley that was originally placed in the corner to the side of the hospital bed, and Zhong Ping stood on the other side of the trolley.
The woman said to herself: "Let's see what the child with the wound looks like..." Then she lifted Xiong Weiqun's plaid sweater to her chest, used scissors to cut open Zhong Ping's messy bandage, and carefully peeled it off
Come down.
As soon as she saw the wound, she shook her head and made a "tsk, tsk" sound. Zhong Ping couldn't help but stretched his neck to follow along, but when he saw the wound that was worse than before, he winced again.
The woman continued to make a "tsk, tsk" sound. While tutting, she took a cotton swab and used something that looked like iodophor to wipe the pus around the wound just like Zhong Ping had done before. Zhong Ping couldn't help but feel so casual.
My eyes widened, worried that she would accidentally insert the cotton swab into the wound.
The cotton swab was not inserted into the wound. In less than five minutes, the woman changed another cotton swab and began to clean the inside of the wound more casually. Zhong Ping couldn't stand the stimulation and ran to another hospital bed in the room.
Sitting on the bed, sweating coldly as he stared at the woman's back.
Now he couldn't see anything, and he just heard the woman "tsk" from time to time, and later said: "It's shallower than expected..."
Shallow? Where is shallow? When he was dealing with it, he really couldn't tell whether it was shallow or deep... Zhong Ping was thinking wildly, and he thought about whether it was a blessing or a curse for him to make such a decision. After what happened recently, that
The so-called organization doesn't seem to want his head.
Hmm... Maybe they are planning to develop a subordinate and let him and Xiong Weiqun be responsible for moving weapons in and out of the kindergarten? He will definitely resist until the time comes, will he die a heroic death...
No matter what the other party thinks, he has escaped death now. Although I don't know if it is true that there will be Xiong Dan's medical expenses, but this is definitely better than letting Xiong Weiqun go robbing with a rotten belly.
way!
While Zhong Ping was thinking in a daze, the woman scraped out all the rotten flesh in the wound with scissors and a knife, slightly expanded the wound, and finally cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and said with some glee: "Don't get wet.
, don’t apply any medicine, keep it dry until the wound heals. This unlucky child doesn’t know how to take care of others, so he is hospitalized.”
Zhong Ping didn't care about being said that he couldn't take care of people. What he really didn't know how to take care of was wounds! He walked to the bed again and asked Xiong Weiqun: "How is it?"
Xiong Weiqun rolled his eyes and looked over without speaking. Zhong Ping tentatively looked at the wound. It was not as ferocious as it looked before. He breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at the things cleaned up on the disposal cart.
My head was buzzing, and all the hair follicles were shrinking... It seemed that he really hadn't taken care of it well.
The woman seemed to be still talking to herself, mumbling that she liked to hear other people scream. She casually took Zhong Ping's hand and pinched it in the middle of the palm. Zhong Ping screamed without hesitation.
.Finally, the woman explained while screaming: "You have a problem with your spine and lower limbs. Take good care of yourself."
Do you think he came here to seek medical advice? Zhong Ping struggled to free his paws and rubbed the palms of his hands angrily. Is there a problem? If there is no problem, it’s weird! He bends down to look at the children every day, even though he is standing and giving lectures.
It’s not much compared to a high school teacher, but if he doesn’t have a stool to sit on, he has to sit on the floor with his naughty kid!
Ignoring Zhong Ping's dissatisfaction, the woman again acted businesslike: "Should you come with me this time?"
Zhong Ping didn't expect that things would happen so quickly, so he only hesitated to say the word "this...".
"I'll go with him." Xiong Weiqun grabbed the white spot at the side.
"As a responsible doctor, I suggest you not to get out of bed, or even sit up, except for eating, drinking, and defecating within a week." The woman still smiled leisurely.
As soon as Zhong Ping looked at Xiong Weiqun, he inexplicably felt the courage that suddenly evaporated. He opened his mouth and stammered: "Then you, then you just recuperate, I can go by myself." Then he reconfirmed the conditions he had mentioned before to the woman,
"Will you give Xiong Dan the surgery and medical expenses?"
The woman nodded slowly and heavily, as wide as a salute: "My father is Li Gang."
Which age old joke is this? Zhong Ping twitched the corner of his mouth, but in the end he didn't laugh. He jumped over Li Gang's topic and continued to ask: "Then...when are we leaving? Now?"
The woman glanced at him: "Young man looks very smooth, why are you so impatient?"
Zhong Ping suddenly felt so embarrassed that he couldn't help but scream in his heart: Who the hell wants to see a dangerous person? Who should I tell him?
Later, the woman smoked a cigarette, buttoned up her white coat, jumped in the queue to get a bed for Xiong Weiqun in a hospital with a shortage of beds, and called a nurse to give him a tetanus injection.
Before Zhong Ping and the woman left the ward, the woman once again told Xiong Weiqun not to act rashly. The exact words were as follows: "It's rare for this unlucky child to be a hero and save his beauty. Just lie down here obediently. It won't kill you if you lie down."
If you want to move around, it won't be easy for us to take this little hero, you said so."
Although he kept being called a "hero", Zhong Ping still felt inexplicably humiliated. It was the same as the feeling of embarrassment just now, and he didn't know where to start his refutation.
Then Xiong Weiqun was regarded as acquiescing without saying a word, and then watched the two of them leave the ward. The woman took Zhong Ping and planned to go straight back to the treatment room on the first floor, but when passing by the lobby on the first floor, Zhong Ping saw the LED screen
The large characters scrolling on the screen read "...Warmly welcome leaders xx to come to our hospital for guidance. Dean Li Gang represents all the staff of the hospital...".
Zhong Ping didn't know what expression he should make at this time. He was experiencing an unprecedented sense of failure.