Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 256 Practicing Qualification [30] You are a real person, you owe it
The dorms are indeed closed.

However, Mo Qing's residence on Taiping Street has no curfew, and he can enter and exit at any time.

Both Jiang Ke and Mo Qing selectively forgot about it.

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke returned home.

There are sandals in the entrance, they are turquoise, they look like ladies' slippers, and they are Mo Qing's size.

Mo Qing turned his head to look at Jiang Ke, and found that Jiang Ke had changed into his slippers, took the shopping bag in Mo Qing's hand, and went straight to the living room.

So, Mo Qing changed into his slippers and walked inside.

"Is there a medicine box?" Mo Qing looked around.

"No."

"Ok?"

Mo Qing was inevitably a little surprised.

Such a big home doesn't even have a medicine box?

Jiang Ke saw her doubts and explained: "I was transferred to the Imperial City not long ago, and I didn't live there for a long time, so I wasn't prepared."

"Oh."

This makes sense.

Mo Qing walked to the coffee table, picked up an apple from the shopping bag, took a bite, and walked slowly towards the open kitchen.

She flipped the faucet switch with her finger: "Come wash the wound."

Jiang Ke glanced at the unwashed apple in her hand, then at the running water from the faucet, and twitched the corner of his mouth very lightly.

When he walked over, his eyes wandered between the apples and the faucet, and he tried his best to resist the urge to help her wash the apples.

He stopped.

Mo Qing stared at him for a few seconds, seeing that he was motionless: "Hand."

His eyes moved slightly, Jiang Ke slowly raised his left hand, and stretched it out to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing took a mouthful of apple and didn't swallow it. He froze for a second, then looked at the faucet.

Meaning: punch yourself.

Jiang Ke, who usually has a strong sense of observation and comprehension, now has no eyesight. It seems that he didn't understand Mo Qing's express instructions, and he didn't make any movements.

After swallowing the apple, Mo Qing figured it out, grabbed Jiang Ke's wrist, and put it directly under the water.

She couldn't help but read: "I said you are really..."

Jiang Ke looked down at her and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Why?"

After taking a bite of the apple flesh, Mo Qing gave him a cold look, and said each and every word: "Looking for smoke."

When Jiang Ke was scolded, he was not only angry, but curled his lower lip.

Washing the wound with clean water could easily lead to infection, but Jiang Ke's palm was covered with ashes and broken glass, and there was no normal saline at the moment, so he had to use clean water to make up for it.

Mo Qing pinched Jiang Ke's wrist seemingly casually, but actually washed the wound very carefully.

There is no roughness and perfunctory as a military doctor at all.

After rinsing, Mo Qing pulled out a few sheets of kitchen paper and wiped the water off Jiang Ke's hands.

"Use this medicine once a day to protect you from scars." Mo Qing took out a medicine bottle and stuffed it into Jiang Ke's right hand like a magic trick.

The moment he was about to let go, Mo Qing raised his eyebrows: "Do you need my help?"

"Ah."

Jiang Kechou responded shamelessly.

"Sit over there." Mo Qing pointed at the sofa with his chin.

Picking up the half-eaten apple, Mo Qing gnawed it slowly, and when it was almost eaten, he threw the apple core into the trash can, then came to Jiang Ke's side, and put medicine on Jiang Ke's hand.

The process is simple.

She unscrewed the medicine bottle, picked up Jiang Ke's hand, and sprinkled the medicine powder evenly.

However, after putting down the medicine powder, Mo Qing grabbed the hem of the inner T-shirt, pulled it along the seam, and pulled it again. She heard a "tearing" sound, and she tore off a long piece of cloth from the hem.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ke frowned indistinctly: "What are you doing?"

"Ah." Mo Qing paused, glanced at the long cloth in his hand, and suddenly said, "I'm used to it."

Jiang Ke: "..."

When she usually faces many patients and there is no bandage on her hand, wouldn't she tear her clothes off?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ke's eyes darkened.

Mo Qing didn't notice it, and he tore it up anyway, so he made do with it.

She used the strip of cloth as a bandage, wrapped it around Jiang Ke's hand, and tied it professionally.

Mo Qing clapped her hands in satisfaction: "You owe me a piece of clothing."

Jiang Ke frowned slightly, and his gaze unconsciously moved down to Mo Qing's waist.

Mo Qing also wore a coat, but it was open, and inside was a white T-shirt, which was quite standard, but now a piece of the hem was torn off, leaving a few irregular lines.

The slender waist was exposed, without a trace of fat, white, soft and supple, with Mo Qing's movements, it was faintly visible.

"Any other injuries?"

Mo Qing screwed on the lid of the medicine bottle, turned his head and looked at Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke's eyes touched her eyes, and moved away slightly: "It's not serious."

"Okay." Mo Qing took out a medicine bottle in his pocket, threw it in his hand, and handed it to Jiang Ke, "Use this for scrapes and bruises."

Jiang Ke lowered his eyes.

Mo Qing spread out his palms, revealing a small glass bottle, about the thickness of a thumb, filled with liquid.

Jiang Ke reached out to take it, and his fingertips brushed against her palm, feeling warm to the touch.

The Adam's apple rolled down, and Jiang Ke suddenly asked, "Why do you hide so many medicines on your body?"

Just from the car to now, Mo Qing took out three kinds, in addition to her acupuncture needles.

—I don’t know if she has that set of scalpels on her.

"Just in case." Mo Qinghun replied indifferently, and stood up, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

After taking two steps, Mo Qing thought of something, and then backed away.

Her waist is particularly conspicuous and eye-catching.

Jiang Ke couldn't stop glancing at him before asking, "Is there anything else?"

Mo Qing said: "I need to take a shower, you can lend me some clothes."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Ke had no choice but to get up, and went back to the bedroom to get Mo Qing his own clothes - a T-shirt and a pair of trousers.

"Just make do with it," Jiang Ke said, "After taking a shower, throw your clothes into the washing machine. I'll dry your clothes tomorrow morning."

"Row."

Grabbing the clothes, Mo Qing readily agreed.

(End of this chapter)