She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 711 [Extra] School bully Yu Wei (2)

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no one else in the house except Qiyue. Lin Qingyou took a shower in a difficult position, and then squeezed out of the bathroom with a hemiplegia.

Qiyue flicked her tail and circled her twice. This time, she didn't smell the disinfectant on the excrement shoveler anymore. Instead, she smelled the strong lime-flavored shower gel. The fragrant July slapped her twice a sneeze.

When Jing Xing came back, Lin Qingyou was feeding the cat in front of the French windows of the balcony. He went back to the bedroom and changed his clothes. After coming down from the second floor, he saw that glutinous rice dumpling was still squatting on the cat climbing frame, so he pulled her up casually.

It was her injured arm that he pulled, and Lin Qingyou subconsciously groaned in pain.

Hearing her whisper, Jing Xing was stunned for a moment, and immediately let go of her hand, noticing her pale and bloodless face: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Lin Qingyou hid her hands behind her back with an unnatural expression.

Jing Xing frowned slightly, and suddenly said, "Hand."

"..."

After a while, Lin Qingyou stretched out her hand obediently.

Jing Xing didn't say a word, but reached out and rolled up her sleeves.

The cloth rubbed against the wound, Lin Qingyou couldn't help wrinkling her nose, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but with a slight movement of her fingertips, she held back again.

Jing Xing raised his eyes to look at her, but did not speak, and the movements of his hands became lighter.

The sleeves were rolled up, and under the sleeves was an arm wrapped several times with gauze, which was still faintly stained with blood.

"..." Jing Xing's complexion was not very good, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was deep, "How did you do it?"

"There was a mental patient in the hospital who suddenly had a manic attack while making observations and records." Lin Qingyou said honestly.

The corners of Jing Xing's lips were slightly straightened, and the color of his eyes became darker: "What did the doctor say?"

Lin Qingyou thought for a while: "He said that the patient is usually well controlled, but it seems that he was stimulated by something that day."

"No, I'm talking about your wound." Jing Xing's eyes paused on her arm, and then lowered his eyes and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Who the hell cares if that patient is well controlled?
Lin Qingyou blinked her eyes: "Say it's okay, just rest more."

Jing Xing didn't speak, but just stared at her with unclear eyes.

After a while, Lin Qingyou announced her surrender under his silent gaze, rubbed her nose and said in a low voice, "Okay, okay, there's really nothing wrong, I just had seven stitches, and the medicine was changed every two days, half a month. Remove the stitches."

Jing Xing: "..."

What do you mean seven stitches?

That is?

No, which hospital is this with such inadequate protective measures?
Is that how you manage patients?Can it still work, if not, don't open it.

Jing Xing was on fire in his heart, but seeing her listless appearance, he couldn't say anything.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and pulled down her sleeves, and asked lightly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Lin Qingyou thought for a while, then tentatively said, "...mutton vermicelli soup?"

Jing Xing didn't know what he was thinking, he stared at her for a while without saying anything, and went to the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up.

Lin Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a sense of survival after a catastrophe, but when Jing Xing brought the prepared dinner, Lin Qingyou finally realized that something was wrong.

She scooped the bowl with a spoon and picked up a bunch of vermicelli, but there was no piece of mutton.

Lin Qingyou: "?"

After a pause, Lin Qingyouyou fished again unwillingly, and what came out was still a spoonful of vermicelli in clear soup and little water.

"..." She looked up at Jing Xing.

Jing Xing casually pulled a chair over and sat beside her, looking at her calmly: "Mutton is hair, you have wounds on your body, so you can't eat it."

Lin Qingyou: "..."

You can’t eat mutton, you should have said earlier, what’s the matter with you making a bowl of mutton vermicelli soup without mutton?

(End of this chapter)