Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7982 Disappointed (7)

Time flies like an arrow.

Manchester Central Hospital.

In the late autumn evening, Ji Changmu woke up.

He didn't know what happened. When he opened his eyes, he saw the white walls and infusion bottles of the ward.

He glanced at the desk calendar next to the bed, stretched out the hand without infusion to fetch his case, and read it carefully.

The doctor's handwriting is very illegible, but somehow familiar.

The medical records are very thick, each of which records his daily condition in detail.

It was only then that Ji Changmu found out that he had been lying in the hospital for a week, during which time he had an operation.

He remembered... he fainted in class, and it was now when he woke up again.

It's true that time is not forgiving, how could he be reduced to the point where he fainted and underwent an operation, and if he continues like this, he might not live long.

Ji Changmu struggled to sit up, his thin facial features were clear and indifferent, his eye sockets were sunken, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and some blue stubble appeared on his chin.

The ward door opened.

Ji Changmu raised his head, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but soon, he put away these emotions again.

It's Qiao Zhixing, why did he come here?

Qiao Zhixing, who was wearing a white coat, had a neither salty nor pale face. He came over to make the ward round indifferently, with a cold and stiff expression, and hardly looked at Ji Changmu.

Qiao Zhixing snatched the case from him, wrote a few strokes "shua shua", and said calmly, "I'm awake."

"Please, Dr. Qiao." Ji Changmu's voice was hoarse, he had no strength, he looked like a sick tiger, unable to show his prestige.

"This bottle of medicine is almost finished." Qiao Zhixing glanced at the infusion bottle, "There is one more bottle, don't bother the nurse, I'll hang it up for you."

"Um...thank you."

Qiao Zhixing stood by the bed, showing no intention of leaving, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, his expression casual and indifferent.

The surrounding atmosphere is slightly cold.

About 5 minutes later, Qiao Zhixing pulled out the needle in his hand for him.

Ji Changmu:?

He was a little puzzled. Although he didn't have much medical knowledge, he still understood the infusion.

Why did you have to pull out his needle?It can be directly replaced with a new medicine bottle.

Qiao Zhixing looked cold, ignored Ji Changmu's eyes, and gave him another injection: "I'm sorry, the injection technique is a bit unsatisfactory."

The first injection didn't see any blood, so he gave Ji Changmu another injection.

Ji Changmu frowned and remained silent.

This Qiao Zhixing was clearly avenging his personal revenge.

This time it succeeded, and Qiao Zhixing smiled harmlessly: "I still have to practice the acupuncture technique."

"..." Ji Changmu doubted whether Qiao Zhixing left anything in his mind during the operation, such as cotton swabs and gauze.

Qiao Zhixing showed two rows of white teeth, in stark contrast to Ji Changmu's coldness.

Ji Changmu was at his mercy: "Why did Dr. Qiao come to England?"

"I came here as soon as I got the call." Qiao Zhixing said perfunctorily to Ji Changmu, "I am your former attending doctor. They found my number from somewhere, and insisted that I come over to perform this operation for you. As a doctor , will not leave nothing to chance.”

"Am I serious?"

"It's hard to say, if the recovery is not good, there is a possibility of amnesia in the future, that is to say, you will gradually forget the past, even the closest relatives."

Ji Changmu's expression changed. He raised his haggard eyes and stared at Qiao Zhixing.

He wasn't sure if Qiao Zhixing was joking with him.

Qiao Zhixing shrugged: "I didn't lie to you."

(End of this chapter)