Duan Mo turned his eyes away from Lu Wuchuan's stinky face and took off his jacket with three strokes.
The jacket he temporarily changed into tonight was a light gray shirt underneath. The thin shirt stuck to his shoulders, and there were a few traces of blood on the fabric, which showed how heavy it was.
It's also because he was wearing too little. If he had worn a cotton-padded coat or even some thermal underwear underneath, the situation might have been better.
After undoing a few buttons on it, the injury was exposed.
The lump on the shoulder was so red and purple that even the doctor couldn't help but take a breath: "How did you do this? It's quite heavy!"
Lu Wuchuan said nothing, and Duan Mo could only answer: "It was smashed by a wrench."
The doctor looked at her with a strange look in his eyes and clicked his tongue: "That's quite a ruthless attack!"
I took an X-ray and found fascia damage and edema.
Fortunately, the bones were fine, and Duanmo breathed a sigh of relief.
I took the medicine order to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and then returned to the emergency room. The wound had been treated and ointment was applied.
The doctor explained how to use the medicine and what to pay attention to. He looked at the two of them from the top of his glasses and said earnestly: "It is inevitable for a young couple to quarrel and bicker, but they can't be careless. If something is broken, it will be too late to regret it.
Already."
Duanmo finally understood why he looked at her so strangely before, and his cheeks turned red: "We are not..."
"Not married yet? That's even more inappropriate." The male doctor shook his head helplessly, "You're young, don't have such a bad temper."
"You misunderstood..." She was still about to explain, but Lu Wuchuan pulled her sleeves and dragged her out of the emergency room.
His steps were too big, and he staggered and almost fell. He frowned and glared at him: "Hey, slow down!" He was obviously injured, but he was still so strong.
"Why don't you hurry back? There's so much nonsense." Lu Wuchuan said this, and although his steps didn't stop, they slowed down.
"But, he misunderstood us..."
Duanmo paused, and she was really embarrassed to say the next words.
Lu Wuchuan glanced sideways at her. The little girl lowered her head, but her delicate ears were glowing pink. She was obviously shy.
He chuckled: "It's just a misunderstanding. Who knows whom after walking out of this door."
The snow had stopped at some point, and the moonlight filtered through the thin clouds, making everything white as far as the eye could see. As I walked down the stairs, there was a rustling sound with every step I took.
The lights of the emergency room building shone from behind, and the shadows of the two people who were half a step away from each other were leaning closely against each other.
Duan Mo was looking down at the road when her wrists felt hot. She looked up in surprise and saw only the man's handsome side face, which was as sharp as an axe. Where she couldn't see, his deep eyes shone a little brightly.
Lu Wuchuan didn't know why he did this, he just thought about it and did it.
In Duanmo's memory, except for his father and grandfather, he has never been held by another man while walking like this. His cheeks turned red, and he subconsciously wanted to break away.
"The road is slippery, don't fall." The low-mellow voice was as smooth as ever, but the hand tightened a little more.
...Well, it turns out that the intention was wrong, and the person was simply afraid of slipping. Maybe this move was equivalent to helping the old lady cross the road, and there was no other meaning.
When they returned to the station at 11:15, Yan Yishuai and Jiang Muyang had already arranged all the things that needed to be done, and had supper in the office with several police officers who were working with them.
"Eh? How is it?" Yan Yishuai asked vaguely, chewing something in his mouth.
Lu Wuchuan shook his head: "It's okay."
Seeing that his expression was as usual, Yan Yishuai didn't ask any further questions and pointed to the unopened box on the coffee table next to him: "The wontons have just been delivered. I've brought a portion for you two. Eat them while they're hot."
Jiang Muyang also knew that his shoulder was injured and it was inconvenient to eat on the coffee table. He moved the lunch box to the sofa and gave up the table: "Brother Lu, sit here."
The other two police officers also gave up their seats at the same time. One of them also carried the lunch box on the coffee table to the table and asked Duan Mo to come over and sit down.
For most people, the injury is on the left shoulder, which does not affect eating. Lu Wuchuan is left-handed, and Duan Mo was worried that it would be inconvenient for him, so he took off the plastic packaging on the spoon and handed it over.
Yan Yishuai, who was holding a bowl of soup and drinking soup, glanced at it and said, "Don't you know how to hold chopsticks with both hands?"
Lu Wuchuan ignored him and concentrated on eating with his eyes closed. He only ate two, but stopped eating.
"Why do you eat so little?" Yan Yishuai burped.
"It's not delicious." I had ordered takeout from this restaurant before when I was working late, and it tasted okay. But when I ate it today, why did it taste so bad? The dough was not chewy at all, and the filling was bland.
"The handsome guy finally invited us back. Don't waste it. Give it to me if you don't want to eat it." Jiang Muyang didn't dislike it at all and took the portion away directly.
Hypocritical! Duan Mo cursed secretly. He raised his eyes inadvertently and saw Lu Wuchuan looking at her. He spoke slowly and pointedly: "It's much worse than the stuffed shrimp I had a few days ago."
A few days ago, in the morning, shrimp stuffing, could this be the breakfast eaten at her house?
The man opposite didn't have any special expression on his face, but his eyes seemed a bit resentful, as if it was her fault that she didn't have a delicious late-night snack.
Duan Mo looked away uncomfortably. I don't know what happened to this man today. Why do I always feel that he is a little weird?
It was winter and we had been busy for half the night. Everyone was busy eating to replenish their strength. The collision between the two people's eyes did not attract anyone else's attention.
Yan Yishuai ate quickly, wiped his mouth, leaned back comfortably on the chair, and said with half-squinted eyes: "Liu Yue's taxi was put in the backyard. I think it's better to wait until the technical department investigates tomorrow before reviewing it."
The evidence needs to be further collected and organized, and interrogating overnight is indeed not a wise move.
The police officers who assisted in the arrest completed their mission and dispersed.
The three men all told Duan Mo to rest, but she refused and continued to sort out the files together. It wasn't until nearly four in the morning that she went to the lounge to take a nap.
Next, we were busy for most of the day, until two o'clock in the afternoon, leaving the remaining work to Yan Yishuai and Jiang Muyang, Duan Mo and Lu Wuchuan went to meet the maintenance master of the Ping An Repair Department.
The location was in a community not far from the city bureau. A semi-new van stopped. A man in his early thirties got out of the van, lit a cigarette, and looked at the entrance of the community.
Lu Wuchuan stepped forward and confirmed that it was Luo Xin they were waiting for. He directly explained his identity and took him into a roadside fast food restaurant.
Lunch time has long passed, dinner is still early, and there are almost no customers in the fast food restaurant.
After choosing a corner to sit down and ordering three hot drinks, Luo Xin put his hands on the table, clenching and unclenching them: "Comrade police officer, I have always abided by the law and have never done anything bad."
"If you really do something bad, I will take you directly to the bureau."