There was a car accident just now. The injury was caused only by braking, and there was no risk to life.
This kind of thing is usually more dangerous for the person in the passenger seat, but for some reason, the girl in the passenger seat calmly made the 120 call for help and then sat quietly in the car waiting for them.
After everyone lifted the woman who had fainted in the driver's seat and put her into the ambulance, she followed slowly.
When they arrived at the hospital, everyone conducted various tests on the woman who fainted, and finally concluded that she was just fainted from shock.
But at this moment, the girl calmly came to the nurse and said calmly: "Please help me treat the wound."
The nurse thought it was a small wound and took her to a brightly lit room. When the girl raised the inside of her arm and showed it to the nurse, the nurse finally lost her composure.
But he saw a bloody wound on the inside of her arm. It was about ten centimeters and very deep. But at this moment, the blood was still flowing slowly, with no sign of stopping at all!
"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were injured?!"
The nurse quickly picked up the cotton wool, lowered her head to treat her wound, and scolded:
"Do you know that your wound is much more serious than your sister's? No one can say whether such a deep wound will hurt the muscles and veins! And with such a deep wound, if the aorta is cut and there is no time to bandage it, you will die!
"
Her heart warmed inexplicably. She didn't expect that after returning home, besides Long Qingtian, the second person who cared about her would be a stranger.
Mo Jiu chuckled, moved his arms and said, "Look, it doesn't affect the movements, the muscles and veins are fine."
Having been on the streets for many years, Mo Jiu still has a certain understanding of wounds.
This little injury can't kill anyone.
Listening to her relaxed voice, the nurse snorted unhappily, but the movements in her hands were much gentler, "I know you are worried about your sister, but you are still so young, what if you get hurt? But I am very strange, you
My sister just bumped into her, so why did she faint?"
After saying this, the nurse paused and looked up at Mo Jiu.
Thinking of the clothes on the woman just now, and then looking at Mo Jiu's body, the nurse's eyes lit up, and she stopped talking as if she thought she had discovered some big secret.
There are countless dirty things going on in a wealthy family. This is obviously a case of elder sister oppressing younger sister. Oh, maybe it's an illegitimate daughter drama, and she doesn't want to get involved.
So a certain self-righteous nurse stopped talking, but her heart was biased towards Mo Jiu after all, so after treating the wound, the bandaging was much exaggerated.
When sending Mo Jiu out, the nurse persuaded her mysteriously: "Children who cry can have sweets."
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Can a crying child get candy?
But the prerequisite for eating sweets is that parents must take good care of themselves.
Mo Jiayi... let's forget it!
Mo Jiu looked down at his arms, which were like rice dumplings, and at the bandage hanging around his neck, and once again felt grateful to the nurse.
The other idle hand immediately reached into his pocket, took out his cell phone and called Long Zhanzhong without stopping.
The phone rang twice before it was picked up.
"arrive?"
In his cold and deep voice, it was absolutely impossible to tell that he was worried about the disappearance of his comrades at this moment.
Mo Jiu's mouth moved, and he was obviously smiling, but the words he said were aggrieved, as if he was about to cry: "Brother, I'm hurt."
In the brief silence and colorful lights, Long Qingtian was standing at the door of the men's toilet, blocking him with his tall posture, and no one dared to enter.
He looked down at the marks on the ground, trying to find some evidence. However, when he heard the girl's words, his body stiffened slightly and his eyes finally lifted up from the ground.
