Situ Jing's sudden appearance suddenly made the atmosphere in the room weird.
Guan Maochun, Fatty Lai and Yu Tie stood looking at each other and didn't know what to say. The government servant who was handling the medicine was also stunned, looking at everyone at a loss.
Upon seeing this, Cheng Jiu thought for a while, then winked at Guan Maochun and the others, motioning for them to go out first.
Guan Maochun nodded immediately, grabbed Fatty Lai and Yu Tie, and walked quickly outside the house.
Situ Jing and Xiao Huan heard the footsteps approaching and hurriedly stepped away from the door.
After Guan Maochun and the others left, Cheng Jiu turned around and saw that the government servant beside him was indifferent and still stood there holding the bowl of ointment.
"Why don't you go out?" Cheng Jiu asked with a frown.
The Yamen servant was stunned and said: "The medicine...the medicine hasn't been applied yet, otherwise the wound will be..."
Cheng Jiu interrupted impatiently: "Go out, come back later! Get out..."
The yamen servant had no choice but to put down the medicine bowl and left the house obediently.
As a result, there were only three masters and servants, Cheng Jiu and Situ Jing, left in the room.
When Cheng Jiu saw that everyone was gone, Situ Jing and Xiao Huan were still motionless with their backs to him, so he asked again: "Why are you here?"
Situ Jing wanted to turn around and speak, but she felt embarrassed when she thought Cheng Jiu was still shirtless, so she turned her face slightly and said, "I...I heard you were injured, so...
...By the way, does your injury matter? Why was all the water in the basin red just now..."
When Xiaohuan heard Situ Jing's words, he put down his hand covering his eyes and looked back but didn't dare to look.
Cheng Jiulang replied: "It's okay, it's just two small stab wounds. Just put some medicine on it and it will be fine. The basin of water just looks scary..."
Situ Jing: "......"
Cheng Jiu: "......"
As soon as they finished speaking, the room started to get cold, and neither of them knew what to say.
Especially Situ Jing, who originally thought he had a lot of caring words to say, but could not say a single word when it came to him.
"Brother Cheng, you...have you put on your clothes?"
Finally, it was Xiaohuan who broke the silence and asked a question.
Cheng Jiu was stunned, looked at the ground beside him, and said awkwardly: "I...I can't wear my clothes anymore..."
Cheng Jiu's clothes were torn when he was injured, and there were blood stains all over them. The certificate was thrown on the ground aside.
Situ Jing realized this and quickly said to Xiaohuan: "Xiaohuan, go and get some clean clothes..."
"It's so late, where can I get it, miss?" Xiaohuan wondered.
Situ Jing said anxiously: "You are so stupid, go get my father's!"
"Yes!" Xiaohuan immediately woke up and ran out of the house to the inner courtyard.
After Xiaohuan left, the room became quiet again.
Situ Jing couldn't help but whispered: "You...why don't you speak?"
"What did you say?" Cheng Jiu blurted out a reply, leaving Situ Jing at a loss as to how to answer his words.
Situ Jing felt a little angry, thinking to herself that I even took the initiative to come see you, but you didn't even say a word.
After waiting for a while, Cheng Jiu still didn't speak, so Situ Jing said: "I...I'm going to see if Xiaohuan is here..."
Situ Jing finally couldn't bear it any longer, and bravely turned back to look at Cheng Jiu, wondering what his expression was.
But when she turned around, Situ Jing's eyes widened in shock, and then she covered her mouth and shouted, "You...your back..."
Cheng Jiu was startled by Situ Jing's reaction and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"
Situ Jing said in a panic: "The wound on your back... bled a lot..."
The yamen servant had just helped Cheng Jiu wipe the blood around the wound, and was about to apply the anti-hemostatic medicine when Situ Jing suddenly appeared. During the delay, the wound began to bleed again.
Cheng Jiu said nonchalantly: "It's okay, just wipe it and it'll be fine..."
With that said, Cheng Jiu grabbed the white cloth on the table and wiped the blood on his back, but because he couldn't see it, it was rubbed on his own wound several times, causing him to grin in pain.
Situ Jing hurriedly stepped forward and said nervously: "Stop wiping randomly, the bleeding will get worse soon!"
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Jiu felt the white cloth in his hand being snatched away by Situ Jing, and then there was a wiping sensation on the edge of the wound on his back.
Cheng Jiu sat obediently and let Situ Jing wipe the blood from the wound. He felt that Situ Jing's strength was just right and it didn't hurt at all. Unlike the rough-and-tumble yamen servant just now, he was too embarrassed to say anything even if he felt pain.
sound.
Situ Jing looked at Cheng Jiu's wounds while wiping them. Her nose began to feel sore and her eyes shone brightly.
"It's obviously such a deep wound, but Mr. Chai actually said it was a small injury. How could such a serious injury..." Situ Jing muttered in a low voice, with a slight cry.
Cheng Jiu was most afraid of women crying. As soon as he heard something wrong with the voice behind him, he immediately shouted: "It's not broken. It's not a minor injury. In fact, it just looks scary. It's really not a big deal. You women just love it."
What a fuss!”
"Why am I making such a fuss? So much blood has been shed..."
Situ Jing felt a little dissatisfied when she heard what Cheng Jiu said about herself.
Seeing that the wounds on Cheng Jiu's back were always bleeding, Situ Jing looked at the bowl of hemostatic ointment: "Let me apply the medicine for you, otherwise it will always bleed..."
Cheng Jiu said hurriedly: "No, no, just call that man and let him do it. Why am I embarrassed to ask you to help me apply the medicine..."
Situ Jing hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran outside the house, but soon the person came back.
"If you can't find anyone, I'll do it!" Situ Jing said as she returned to the room, looking very decisive.
With that said, Situ Jing picked up the ointment on the table and started stirring it with a wooden spoon.
When Situ Jing came in, she saw that the yamen servant was stirring like this, and she imitated the same.
After stirring for a while, Situ Jing used a wooden spoon to pick up some ointment and put it on Cheng Jiu's wound, and then used the wooden spoon to flatten the ointment.
"His..."
But as soon as he exerted force, Cheng Jiu sat up straight and made a gasping sound.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I use too much force and hurt you?" Situ Jing quickly drew back her hands and apologized.
Cheng Jiu thought if you use a spoon, will it not hurt me?
Cheng Jiu hurriedly shook his head in denial: "No, it's none of your business. It's ointment...the ointment is too cold..."
Situ Jing saw that Cheng Jiu said that on purpose, so after thinking about it, he put down the wooden spoon, picked up a handful of plaster with his hand, and gently applied it on his wound.
The moment the slender, soft and warm hand touched Cheng Jiu's skin, Cheng Jiu's back trembled violently like an electric shock...
Then, Situ Jing felt as if a immobilizing spell had been cast on Cheng Jiu, and his body was so stiff that he couldn't move.
At this moment, although Situ Jing's face was already hot and red, she continued to apply ointment to the wound area carefully.
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PS: I forgot to bring my keys when I went out. It took me a long time and I was exhausted...