Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 22
Song Zhiwei quickly put the liquid on "Xiao Jin", and just as she got the needle in, "Xiao Jin" "woke up" and began to twitch crazily again.

"Wei Xuan, please keep pressing it for me." Song Zhiwei was really limited in strength, so she could only ask Wei Xuan for help.

Wei Xuan nodded. In fact, she didn't need to say, he was always helping.

After putting a diaper on Xiaojin's buttocks, Song Zhiwei hurried to the ventilator again, because it struggled so much that the nasal mask was about to break free, so she could only hold the nasal mask with one hand and press its head with the other.

On the way, Song Zhiwei sedated "Xiao Jin" three times, took time to take blood, put it in the biochemical laboratory, and then returned to the treatment room non-stop. In less than an hour, her clothes and hair were soaked in sweat. wet.

Song Zhiwei's treatment worked quickly. When "Xiao Jin" urinated a lot for the first time, she said to her owner: "Being able to urinate means that the urinary system is still normal, which is a good sign."

Hearing what she said, the master nodded again and again: "That's good, that's good."

After another two hours, Song Zhiwei saw that it was too late, so she asked the master to go back first, and she would notify them if there was any news.

After repeatedly urging them to notify them no matter whether they were dead or alive, the master walked away step by step.

"Xiao Jin" just took a sedative and fell into a coma. Song Zhiwei sat down and panted. She said to Wei Xuan, "You should go too. It's already 1 o'clock in the morning. You should go back and rest."

Wei Xuan just sat down, his voice was low and calm, "It's okay."

Song Zhiwei was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to persuade him. She walked out slowly to get two glasses of water, handed him one, and then sat down again.

After drinking all the water and resting for a few minutes, she continued, "Thank you tonight. I'm fine for the rest of the night. You can go back first."

Wei Xuan asked without answering, "Where is the rest room?"

Song Zhiwei froze for a moment, although she didn't understand what he meant by asking, she still answered honestly: "Go out and turn right to the end."

"You go to rest, I will call you if there is a situation." Unexpectedly, Wei Xuan said this.

Song Zhiwei was stunned again, she is a doctor, how can she rest in this situation?She blurted out: "How can I go away now, it may happen at any time. It's you, why don't you go to the lounge and sleep."

"No need." Wei Xuan's tone was very flat, and there was no trace of tiredness on his face. For him, working all night is a common thing. Now he doesn't need to rest at all, but Song Zhiwei, he can see her physical exertion It's big, and the whole person is exhausted.

"Ah." Staring at him, Song Zhiwei suddenly thought of something, she pointed to his waist and asked, "Have the stitches been removed from your wound?"

"No." Wei Xuan replied.

"Let me see." Song Zhiwei didn't care whether Wei Xuantong agreed or not, she just dragged the stool and sat over, and said like treating a patient, "Pick up the clothes."

Wei Xuan's face darkened again, can she pay attention to the way she speaks?
Probably because she was used to dealing with uncooperative kittens and puppies, Song Zhiwei saw that Wei Xuan had no intention of cooperating, so she directly grabbed his shirt and tried to pull it up.

Being "surprised" by Song Zhiwei, Wei Xuan's professional reaction was to immediately grab her wrist, but he didn't use any force.

"Let go." Song Zhiwei frowned, impatiently trying to shake off Wei Xuan's hand, but her cocooned palm couldn't break free like pliers.

Song Zhiwei stared up at him, and repeated: "Let go, let me see your wound."

Wei Xuan's black eyes drooped slightly, his eyes were as unfathomable as a deep pool of water, he didn't speak, and confronted her silently.

However, Song Zhiwei was more persistent than him, and her eyes were full of persistence.

In the end, Wei Xuan let go of his hand. Song Zhiwei rolled his eyes at him and lifted up his shirt. After carefully checking the condition of the wound, she said: "The wound has recovered very well, and the stitches can be removed. I am now Just help you dismantle it."

As she spoke, she stood up to get the utensils, but Wei Xuan didn't stop her.

Song Zhiwei not only has good suture skills, but also good stitch removal skills. Wei Xuan didn't even feel the slightest pain, and the stitches were removed.

"I'll be able to take a shower normally in a week." Song Zhiwei wanted to get up, but unexpectedly, her head was slightly dizzy when she lowered her head for a long time. She tripped over a chair leg and fell directly to Wei Xuan .

In the next second, he stretched out his arms and hugged her on a conditioned reflex.

Ouch!When her nose hit his rock-like shoulder, Song Zhiwei's nose became sore and tears flowed down her cheeks.

After relieving the pain, Song Zhiwei wanted to raise her head and stare at Wei Xuan angrily, as if it was his fault that she bumped into him.

However, she didn't realize how close the two of them were at this moment, she turned her head suddenly, while he just lowered his head, her lips just "passed" his chin.

The slightly rough rubbing sensation on the lips is numb and itchy, as if being rubbed by the small protrusions on the surface of the peppercorns.

The resolute chin seemed to be swept briskly by a soft brush, and some nerves in the face seemed to be frozen.

For a few seconds, both of them were still, and there was a smell called "embarrassment" in the air.

Song Zhiwei came back to her senses first, she broke free from his arms suddenly, picked up the stainless steel plate, turned and walked out without looking at him.

After a few minutes, she came in again, with a calm expression on her face, as if the accident just now hadn't happened at all, she said expressionlessly: "I have already called a colleague, and he will be there soon." Come here, thank you tonight, you go back first."

Wei Xuan also had the same expressionless face. He nodded, stood up, took the gift from Song Zhiwei, and strode away.

After he left, Song Zhiwei's ears started to feel hot. She twisted her ears angrily, and muttered: "What's hot? It's not a kiss. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's just an accident. It's not my intention." Take advantage of him, calm down."

Putting the inexplicable emotions behind her, Song Zhiwei devoted herself to her work again.

At dawn, the situation of "Xiaojin" stabilized, and finally passed the most dangerous stage. Because she had to go to Wei's house for dinner at night, Song Zhiwei asked her colleagues to take over the shift, handed over to the other party, and then went home to make up for it. She went to sleep, and she slept until the afternoon and set out energetically, preparing to give Wei Xuan a real birthday "gift".

As soon as she thought that tonight, she and he might be free separately, she couldn't help but feel soaring. If the matter was successful, then the favor she owed Wei Xuan would be written off. This win-win idea is simply too much. Perfect!
(End of this chapter)