Song Qiao was pushed to Gu Jingting's side by the doctor in a daze. She lowered her head and looked at the man. He seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Under the light, the angular profile of his face actually looked a bit frail.
Her heart softened and she looked at the doctor, "What should I do?"
The doctor came over with anesthetics and said with a smile, "Just hold him and calm him down, and leave the rest to me."
After he finished speaking, when he saw Song Qiao standing still, he thought she was shy, so he persuaded her, "It's okay, there's no one else here, I'm going to get ready to start."
Song Qiao was a little helpless.
She and Gu Jingting didn't have that kind of relationship at all, so how could they act so recklessly? Just when she was about to open her mouth to explain to the doctor, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of her eyes.
With the palm facing up, the lines inside are clean and neat, not like a bodyguard who has been through life and death all year round.
Song Qiao raised her eyes and looked at Gu Jingting. The latter raised his eyebrows and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Ms. Song, I have helped save people before. You won't refuse such a small favor, right?"
There is no way to refuse, either emotionally or rationally.
Song Qiao sighed, resigned and put her hand into his palm, "Of course."
Gu Jingting tightened his strength, held her hand firmly, and then said to the doctor, "Let's get started."
The doctor applied anesthetic to the area around the wound. After waiting for a moment for the drug to take effect, he asked Gu Jingting to take off his clothes and began to pick up needles and thread to treat his wound.
The whole process of debridement and suturing is silent.
Song Qiao couldn't help but look over. The silver needle flew between the flesh and blood, and she gradually treated the hideous wound. She looked at Gu Jingting with some worry.
Probably because of the anesthetic, his expression didn't change at all, but he still seemed to be leisurely admiring Song Qiao's expression.
"What are you looking at?" Song Qiao felt a little uncomfortable and interrupted his inspection.
"It's boring to stitch up wounds. I want to find something to divert my attention." Gu Jingting said lightly, "There happens to be someone right in front of me. I won't look at it in vain."
Song Qiao glared at him, "Who said I'll show you for free? You can see it if you want, just pay me."
"I have saved my life, but now I can't even look at it twice, but I still want money." Gu Jingting sighed, "I didn't expect that after all my efforts, I was actually helping a wolf with white eyes."
Song Qiao wanted to reach out and cover his mouth, but out of the corner of his eye he saw that the doctor's suturing had not yet been completed. He was afraid that moving randomly would disturb the progress of the treatment, so he had to hold it in.
She glared at Gu Jingting and said angrily, "Look, just look at it."
Anyway, she had to film various commercials and TV series every day, and it was originally meant to be seen by everyone. Gu Jingting took a second look at it, and it was inevitable that she would lose a few pieces of meat.
After Song Qiao figured it out, he simply stood and let him continue to look at her.
When Gu Jingting heard this, he looked really unscrupulous. Under the scorching gaze, even the most shameless person couldn't stand it.
Song Qiao took a deep breath and simply found something for herself.
Yes, look at the wound, and you need to know the situation later so that Mrs. An can make more soup for him!
She lowered her head and happened to see that the doctor had finished the treatment and was bandaging Gu Jingting with gauze. As the gauze circled around his abdomen, Song Qiao's eyes followed him to other parts of his body.
The well-textured muscles seemed to contain great power as Gu Jingting breathed.
Song Qiao took a look, and some pictures that had been buried for a long time suddenly came into her mind like a mountain wind. She hurriedly put them away, unwilling to continue thinking about them.
Seeing that the bandaging was completed, he immediately pulled his hand back and said, "Okay, if nothing happens, you can rest here for a while. I'm going to check on Qiqi's condition."
After Song Qiao finished speaking, he turned and left.
After all, judging from the state of taking care of Jing Ting and still having the energy to tease her, it should be fine. Now, she is more worried about Qiqi.
The doctor was a little surprised to see her leaving so happily, "Young man, it seems that you haven't gotten home yet with all your hard work."
The injury was so serious, but he only had to stitch up the wound.
Gu Jingting smiled, put on his clothes slowly, and said calmly, "It doesn't matter, as long as you give me time, I can always get the person."
"You are ambitious." The doctor nodded approvingly, "Come on."
When Song Qiao returned to the outside of the operating room, Mrs. An had already rushed over with Xiaotang.
After tonight's lesson, she now dared not let go of her child for a moment. She held Xiaotang's hand tightly wherever she went, and had to look back from time to time to make sure he was by her side.
"Miss Song, how is Qiqi?" she asked anxiously.
Song Qiao didn't want her to worry, so he comforted her and said, "It's okay. The one who will perform the surgery on Qiqi tonight is Dr. Charles. With him here, she will definitely be fine."
"Really?" Aunt An was still worried.
Song Qiao affirmed, "Really."
She calmed Mrs. An's mood and persuaded her to sit on the bench and rest first. She walked to the side to contact Shen Zhinan. Until now, he had not shown up, which was really strange.
When the call is made, it is shown as in call.
Song Qiao frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy. She kept hanging up and replaying the call, but the call was still unreachable. In desperation, she prepared to call the police.
Before it was aired, someone pressed it.
She looked up and saw that Gu Jingting was following her. She couldn't help but say, "Your wound has just been sutured. Why are you here if you don't just lie down and have a good rest? If you turn around, it will break again."
"It's okay. I'll rest when the situation here stabilizes." He shook his head and said, "Don't call the police yet. Let Xiang Chen go over and take a look."
His instructions were so natural that Song Qiao felt a little strange in his heart, but didn't think much about it.
"As for the doctor, I have already troubled the assistant. How can I bother him again about my friend's affairs?" Song Qiao said.
Gu Jingting said, "Now that he is willing to lend you some help, just use it. After all, since he can get you through the phone, it means he is willing to help."
"After all, with his status, he doesn't have time to talk to you."
Song Qiao hesitated.
What he said does make sense. Anyway, the favor has been owed, and it has gone back and forth, and it is no longer possible to calculate it clearly. It is not her turn to have the final say on how to repay it in the end.
In this case, it is better to get more wool while you can.
Song Qiao really cared about Shen Zhinan's comfort. After doing a good job of psychological construction, she called Xiang Chen again and briefly described what happened, hoping that he could help.
"No problem, I will investigate as soon as possible and give an answer to Miss Song." Xiang Chen agreed happily.
With Xiang Chen's help, Shen Zhinan should be as safe as possible. Song Qiao felt relieved and had no time to think about the follow-up repayment.
Too many things happened tonight, like a steady stream of cotton, filling her head until it was about to explode.
Putting down her phone, she leaned against the wall weakly, relying on the coolness on her back to stay awake.
