the knife of love

Chapter 57 Dressing Change, Her Pain

Tang Ji had already left when Guan Lue returned to the ward.

The nurse is changing the dressing on Tang Jingcheng's wound. This is a necessary procedure every day. In addition, in order to prevent wound infection, anti-inflammatory drips must be put on every day.

The drip is good, and changing the medicine is like the last criminal law.

It wasn't that she was afraid of pain, if she was afraid of the pain being so severe she would have died long ago, she was just afraid of the feeling of being surrounded by so many people.

Because her gunshot wound was on her shoulder, she couldn't wear her inner underwear. It was vacuum-filled, and she was only covered with a front-button hospital gown. Every time she changed her dressing, she had to take off the right sleeve of her hospital gown. ** up.

Next to her, two nurses pressed her shoulders and pinned her firmly on the bed, fearing that she would hurt her bones when changing her dressing. It felt like being stripped naked and pressed on a cutting board. Onlookers.

When Guan Yue entered the ward, he saw several nurses surrounding the bed, and two of them clasped Tang Jingcheng's arms.

It didn't take long to change the dressing, and the person who did it was an elderly nurse, who was skillful and seasoned, but it was neither serious nor serious.

Tang Jingcheng was actually quite able to bear it, he didn't gnaw once from the beginning to the end, he just moved around and refused to cooperate obediently.

Guan Lue has been standing at the door watching, he can't see Tang Jingcheng's face from his angle, her face is covered by the nurse, only her left hand is tightly grasping the wooden railing of the bed, the veins on her slender wrist are twitching. The roots burst out, and the nails dug into the wood.

The nurse threw the changed cotton wool and gauze on the ground, and a young nurse next to them clamped them into the iron plate with tweezers.

"Be patient, just pack it tightly!" The old nurse seemed to be coaxing the child.

The young nurse went out with the iron plate, and when he passed through the gate, he glanced at the cotton wool and gauze in the iron plate, which were still stained with dried blood and medicine.

Guan Lue felt his temples twitch suddenly. Originally, he was standing up straight, but suddenly he couldn't stand upright. He leaned his back against the door to barely stand still.

The nurse finally re-wrapped the wound and began to dress Tang Jingcheng.

When wearing the right sleeve, she had to bend her right arm. She wanted to raise her right hand to cooperate with her, but she couldn't feel the whole right arm.

Every time at this time Tang Jingcheng would become very irritable, and insisted on gritting his teeth to forcefully raise his arms, but the wounds and bones on his shoulders would be pulled so painfully.

The nurse looked anxiously at the side, and tried to persuade: "Miss Tang, you can't move around like this, the wound will open."

"You also have to be careful with the bones. If they are displaced, there will be sequelae in the future."

But the more the nurses refused, the more Tang Jingcheng wanted to confront them.

She doesn't believe that her right arm will really lose consciousness. She is a jade carver. She wants to use this arm to hold tools, carve, trim, polish, engrave and sign, how can she be unconscious.

The nurses looked at each other in dismay. They had already experienced Tang Jingcheng's bad temper these days, and knew that it was useless to persuade her with good words, so they could only forcibly hold her left arm again, and then turned her sideways...

Tang Jingcheng also used his temper, her ribs and shoulder bones were broken, and she had no strength to resist when several nurses held her down at the same time, and the sleeve was put on her arm after a few strokes.

Tang Jingcheng was still holding on to the wooden railing, how stubborn she was, she was such a manic and cruel woman.

"I'll dress her up." Guan Lue walked over with a calm voice.

The leading old nurse took a look at him, and without a word, let go of Tang Jingcheng's arm.

"Are you okay? She does this every day!"

Guan Lue can only answer: "I will try."

The nurse took the things and went out, only Guan Lue and Tang Jingcheng were left in the ward.

Tang Jingcheng was already sweating profusely from fighting, his lip was bitten by himself, his hair that had not been washed for a long time was all sticky on his neck and cheeks, most of his right shoulder was still exposed, and the wound was tied with gauze and bandages , the sharp collarbone protrudes, the neckline is slender, and there are ugly sutures where the bone has been cut.

She knew how ugly she looked like now, she choked on her breath and turned her head to the side, and with her left hand, she randomly picked up the quilt to cover her naked body.

Guan slightly took a deep breath against his chest and bent down.

"Let go." He grabbed the quilt corner of her left hand.

Tang Jingcheng didn't want to, so he pulled hard, and the quilt slid down, her body also shook, and neither of them made a sound.

Guan Lue gently rolled the right sleeve onto her shoulder, and then buttoned her buttons one by one.

Buttoned to the chest, the chest line is pressing, the rapid breathing is like hills and hills, Guan slightly cold hand brushed Tang Jingcheng's heart, she turned her head and said nothing, but his fingers began to tremble.

After finally buttoning the last one, the clothes finally covered the ugly scars and wounds on her shoulders.

Guan Lue seemed to be relieved from the bottom of his heart, and tucked the blanket for Tang Jingcheng again. Just about to speak, he found that her left shoulder was shaking and her pointed jaw was tense.

Are you crying again?

"The wound hurts?" Guan slightly asked, his voice hoarse and muddy.

Tang Jingcheng shook his head desperately, tears secretly dripping onto the pillow.

Guan Lue began to stay in the hospital longer and longer, Tang Jingcheng's injuries improved day by day, but his temper became more and more violent.

Two weeks later, she was able to get off the ground, but she still had almost no feeling in her right arm.

The nurses Guan Lue found for Tang Jingcheng changed batches almost every two days. There was no other way. She was making noises in the ward all day, throwing things, and refusing to eat well. No nurse could bear her like this.

Guan Lue started to accompany him in the hospital all day long, but he was getting more troubled, and Tang Jingcheng was trying to torment him in different ways.

If she refused to take the medicine, Guan Lue would coax her well at first, but if she couldn't coax her, she just forcibly squeezed her chin and poured the medicine.

If she refused to eat, he would feed her himself, with both hardness and softness, until she ate it.

During that time, Guan Lue seemed to have become a double-faced person. When coaxing Tang Jingcheng, he was as soft as a cloud, and when he was irritable, he wanted to swallow her up.He has never been a patient person, if Lou Qingxiao hadn't cultivated some meticulousness over the years, he would have given up long ago if he had changed his previous temperament.

Tang Jingcheng got worse.

With such deep resentment in her heart, she also knew that Guan Lue was atoning for his sins, but why was he guilty?The pain and contradictions in his heart eventually became a double-edged sword, and cutting him with the sword would also hurt himself three points.

During that time, the two were like a tug-of-war, hysterical and exhausted, waiting for the other to surrender.

It's the end of the year in a blink of an eye.

Tang Jingcheng's gunshot wound has almost recovered, but the bones still need to be raised in the hospital.

A few days before New Year's Eve, Lao Mai and Ye Tan went to the hospital, and when they entered the ward, they saw Guan Lue feeding Tang Jingcheng soup.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl in his hand and coaxed him softly, but Tang Jingcheng refused to take a bite. Instead of eating, he shook the bowl coldly and swept it to the ground.

That posture was too much, Ye Qin wanted to rush up, but Lao Mai immediately grabbed her: "Don't worry!"

"But she's like this..."

"Old Nine is willing!"

Guan Lue was really willing, the big bowl of soup was all sprinkled on him, he just shook his red arm, picked up the broken porcelain piece by piece, wrapped it in a bag and took it out of the ward, and went to the bathroom to use it Rinse the burnt area with cool water.

"How does it taste?" Lao Mai asked leaning against the bathroom door.

Guan slightly ignored it, and rushed for a full minute, a large red and swollen arm.

Lao Mai took out a tissue and handed it over: "Are you planning to stay here forever?"

"Otherwise what else?"

Old Mai smiled: "The top spot in Jiurong Terrace, who spends all day in the ward and is called around by her, what do you make the people below think?"

"I can't control that much anymore, I am responsible for what she did!"

"You also said this sentence three years ago, when Lou Qingxiao was amputated, you also said that you would be responsible for her."

Of course Guan Lue remembered, and he also did it. He has taken care of Lou Qingxiao in every detail in the past three years. If there is no accident, they plan to get married next year, but now it's like this...

"What are you going to do?" Lao Mai asked again.

Guan Lue asked back: "What should I do?"

"The woman in the ward, you said you are responsible for her, don't you also want to buy a golden house and hide her in the suburbs." Old Mai's words were clearly sarcasm.

Guan Lue didn't answer quickly, and habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Old Mai stopped: "This is a hospital."

Guan slightly frowned, seeing the haggard and irritable look on his face, Lao Mai softened his heart and let him go.

Guan Lue skillfully lit the cigarette, took a puff, and leaned his back slightly loosely on the sink table, but suddenly said in his mouth: "She is different from Qingxiao."

"What's the difference?" Lao Mai interjected, and then sneered, "You're right, she is indeed different from Lou Qingxiao, Lou Qingxiao was born as a special police officer, and she didn't argue with you when she suffered so much, but She's fine, don't talk about being coquettish, I think she's trying to torment you on purpose."

Just now Tang Jingcheng's unreasonable troubles were seen by Lao Mai, and everyone thought she was simply unreasonable.

Guan Lue took another puff of cigarette and snorted: "Actually, she is not delicate, but just resentful."

"Resentment? What are you complaining about? Blaming you for choosing Lou Qingxiao?"

Guan Lue really didn't want to answer this question, he quickly finished his cigarette and patted Lao Mai on the shoulder: "Let's go!"

Lao Mai got angry, walked a few steps and called Guan Lue to stop: "Don't say I didn't warn you, Tang Jingcheng has an autonomic disorder, and she must be mentally unbalanced this time when she suffers such a serious crime, so watch carefully later. "

Guan Lue's heart tightened: "You said she would have the idea of ​​committing suicide?"

"This is one of them!" Old Mai's expression suddenly became a little serious. "She is prone to mania, and it is normal to have suicidal thoughts. I am afraid that she will transfer her grievances to others."

"What do you mean?"

Lao Mai thought for a while but didn't go on, and said perfunctorily: "I'm just speculating, anyway, you'd better find someone to watch her closely, lest she do anything out of the ordinary, and her current mental state is not suitable for a long time. Living in the hospital, the environment in the hospital is too stuffy, maybe going home after being discharged from the hospital will relieve her mania. In addition, does she have any good friends? Letting her communicate with friends more will also benefit her mood recover."

……

When Guan Lue and Lao Mai returned to the ward again, Tang Jingcheng was sitting on the bed, his eyes dimmed, and his fingers kept touching his trousers, while Ye Qin was sitting calmly on the sofa of the other party. What did you say, anyway, the atmosphere in the ward seemed a little weird.

(End of this chapter)