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Chapter 493 Intentional scratching
Bai Pu understood and took advantage of the situation and said, "I'll go shout."

She turned around and walked out, leaving Qin Zhengsong in the ward.

Judging from his face, he is a little younger than his actual age. Although his clothes are simple, they are clean.

His sharp eyes looked over with warmth and care, and it seemed that he could feel his real concern.

Qin Zhengsong's eyes fell on Lu Zhaohe's arm and saw that it was wrapped in layers.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, patted it gently, and sighed, "It's my right hand that's injured. It's a pity."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Zhaohe snorted, his expression tensed, and cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

Qin Zhengsong looked at it, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise, "What's wrong? Is this so serious?"

Lu Zhaohe seemed to be trying his best to endure it, and reluctantly pulled his lower lip for a while, "Mr. Qin made me laugh. This hand is the most seriously injured, and I just happened to touch the wound."

Qin Zhengsong said quickly, "It's my fault, I'm sorry."

Bai Pu arrived with the doctor at this time. Qin Zhengsong waved his hand, "Quick, look at his right hand. It hurts like this. He won't have any lifelong problems, right?"

The doctor, wearing glasses and a mask, nodded at him and stepped forward to check.

Bai Pu looked a little nervous from behind.

She was right when she came in. Qin Zhengsong was standing beside the bed, apparently touching Lu Zhaohe's arm.

He wouldn't be so perverted and check it out himself, would he?
The doctor untied the bandage in circles. Qin Zhengsong narrowed his eyes and stared at that spot without moving away for a second.

Bai Pu's eyes moved slightly and he suddenly walked towards the window, "The smell in the room is too strong. Let's open some windows for ventilation. Fresh air circulation should be good for the patient. Doctor, am I right?"

The doctor was untying the last piece and sighed when he heard this.

Suddenly he raised his head and glanced in the direction of Qin Zhengsong, as if he was about to speak.

Bai Pu asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

The doctor's voice behind the mask was a little muffled, and he said calmly, "Get ready to change the dressing immediately. Others should keep a certain distance from the patient to avoid causing bacterial infection to the patient."

"Oh, oh, that makes sense." Bai Pu quickly took a few steps back.

Then she also looked at Qin Zhengsong.

Qin Zhengsong frowned for a moment and put his hands behind his back.

He pondered for two seconds and moved back without saying a word.

The doctor stood aside, lowered his head and began to change the dressing.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, but his back just blocked Qin Zhengsong's sight.

Qin Zhengsong's expression was slightly tense. Before he could move, the doctor picked up a piece of gauze covered with blood and put it aside, then picked up a new piece.

Lu Zhaohe pursed his lips tightly, as if he could endure it to the extreme, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like rain.

The smell of blood filled the entire ward. Bai Pu's face was frightened and he whispered, "I really didn't expect that Mr. Lu was injured so seriously."

Qin Zhengsong glanced at her.

Bai Pu stopped speaking and pulled his lower lip in embarrassment.

After being disinfected over and over again, like torture, it was finally time to put on new gauze. Lu Zhaohe seemed to take a breath, raised his eyes and looked over, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Qin, your eyes are dirty."

Qin Zhengsong's eyes fell on the gauze he had replaced, and then looked at his face.

After a few seconds, he shook his head and said, "Headquarters still has to rely on you. You should take good care of yourself as soon as possible. Don't worry about it the rest of the time."

Lu Zhaohe smiled lightly.

The doctor finally did it, packed up the things, and said, "The patient's hand injury is serious. Whether he can return to his previous mobility depends on the effect of the treatment. Try to rest as much as possible, and don't exert any force on this hand." .”

Lu Zhaohe nodded, "Okay, I understand." The doctor then left.

Qin Zhengsong put down his hands behind his back and said calmly, "In that case, you should have a good rest. I will go back to the company and see you another day."

Lu Zhaohe nodded and said helplessly, "I'm bothering Mr. Qin."

After he finished speaking, he paused, as if he remembered something, and then added, "Mr. Qin should know that Boss He has also come to Hong Kong City recently, right? He came to the hospital to see me yesterday, but I was not in good spirits yesterday. I didn’t treat him well. If Mr. Qin meets him later, please bring some thanks for me."

When Qin Zhengsong heard He Laosan's name, his face suddenly darkened and his eyes became dark.

Facing Lu Zhaohe's simple and calm gaze, it took him several seconds before he nodded, "Of course I know about his coming. Okay, I will bring him to you."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Bai Pu winked at Lu Zhaohe and hurried to follow.

After leaving the hospital, the driver was still waiting there.

Bai Pu wanted to get in the car with him, but Qin Zhengsong said in a slightly deeper voice, "I have something else to do. You can take a taxi back yourself and ask Qin Yuyang to reimburse you for the fare."

He got into the car directly, and the driver drove away after a while.

Bai Pu rolled his eyes on the spot.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she offended Qin Yuyang today, and the old Mr. Qin asked her to go find Qin Yuyang.

If she really went, would she get any benefits?

Sure enough, there was nothing good.

However, he left just in time, and Bai Pu pretended to listen to him and stopped the car on the side of the road.

After a while, he suddenly froze and touched his pocket.

It looked like she had lost something. When she saw that there was nothing in her pocket, she lowered her head and walked back to the hospital in a hurry.

He quickly returned to Lu Zhaohe's ward.

She pushed the door open and walked in, just in time to see Lu Zhaohe's right hand half hanging down, looking very weak, and using the other hand to take apart disposable chopsticks.

Bai Pu stepped forward and patted his right arm, "Your acting skills are quite good. How did you manage to look like you were sweating from the pain just now?"

Lu Zhaohe trembled all over, his face turned pale instantly, and soon a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead again. He was so painful that he could not speak.

Bai Pu was startled, then realized, "Did you really hurt your hand?"

She looked at his arms with wide eyes, then at his face.

Lu Zhaohe nodded slowly and silently.

But when she came here before, he was obviously good.

Bai Pu took over and began to untie the bandage he had just put on. The more he untied it, the stronger the smell of blood became, going straight to her head and touching her eyes.

Until she finally saw the bloody wound, her eyes were filled with soreness, "Don't tell me that this was a wound you made deliberately to hide it?"

Lu Zhaohe looked at her with deep eyes and pursed his thin lips in a straight line.

No words were spoken, but the meaning was self-evident.

Bai Pu wanted to hold it back, but the tears were worthless, and his eyes suddenly filled with water.

The main reason is that this wound looks too serious.

Her voice was tearful and angry, "Damn, what on earth did you want to do with this wound? What did He Laosan say when he came over later?"

When Lu Zhaohe saw her tears, his expression paused slightly, but he quickly covered it up and said plainly and palely, "Since it's a show, it's natural to do it to the fullest."

(End of this chapter)