Mysterious lover: See you tonight, President

Han Zhaoxue face a little embarrassed, dry cough, "I casually ask."

The little nurse took the scissors and whispered, "brother, don't move. I'll cut your hair a little."

Han Zhaoxue twisted her eyebrows, "can't you not cut it?"

He looks like a reluctant child. Bai Su wants to laugh.

Don't look at Han Zhaoxue's usual big thorn cheerleading, in fact, this person is particularly ugly, pay attention to the image.

Bai Su remembers that when he was in high school, there would always be one or two girls of his age waiting for him to go to school downstairs.

Han Zhaoxue would make complaints about restroom hair in front of the mirror in front of the mirror every time he went out. Han Zhaolin was waiting for the restroom outside the toilet for several times. He would be late several times, and would be tucking away with her whenever he was carrying Han Zhaoxue.

So a person who cares about the image suddenly shaves off a piece of his head and goes to work with such a forehead. In fact, he is very happy.

"Brother, just cut a little bit, otherwise it will be difficult to wrap gauze and make hair stick with blood when changing dressing."

"It's OK. I'm not afraid of pain."

Han Zhaoxue is very stubborn.

The little nurse was a little embarrassed, "but we can't sew the wound."

Han Zhaoxue

"Can you do without sewing?" Han Zhaoxue is still determined.

"Your wound is a little deep. If you don't sew it, it will heal very slowly, and it's easy to get inflamed." The female doctor is a woman about 40 years old. When she heard Han Zhaoxue's words, she also felt funny, "the child who came here before was very brave when he sewed the wound. How can you be so old as a child? At your age, you should have all the children. As long as your wife doesn't dislike married people, what else do you worry about? It's only a month. It's growing up. "

Han Zhaoxue is still depressed.

Tight frown, to be more reluctant to have more reluctant.

"I'd better cut it," Bai Su said in a low voice. "Listen to the doctor."

Han Zhaoxue raised her eyes to see her one eye, finally compromise, "cut it, cut less."

The little nurse choked a smile, looked up and said to Bai Su, "sister, you two have a good relationship."

Bai Su's face was a little hot, but she didn't say it. Looking at her, Han Zhaoxue felt that the injury on her head was no longer painful, and her whole body was very comfortable.

When taking anesthetic, Han Zhaoxue whispered to Bai Su, "you go out first. It's bloody and ugly."

Bai Su's heart trembled. He pressed his lips tightly, but he didn't move. He just said in a soft voice, "it's OK, I'll accompany you."

Although it is not a major operation, but the habit of transposition thinking.

If she was injured today, what would it feel like to let her sit here and wait for the doctor to sew up the wound?

Sure, I'm very sad

At least when there are people, they feel that they are loved. Adults are just like children. It doesn't mean that when they grow up, they can be invincible. They are just as vulnerable.

Han Zhaoxue raised her eyes and looked at Bai Su deeply. She seemed to want to say something, but after all, she just said, "if you can't stand it later, just go out. I'm ok."

This sentence makes Bai Su feel even worse.

She didn't speak any more.

The little nurse helped him to cut off the hair at the wound, and then gently shaved the hair at the edge with a razor to completely expose the wound.

Bai Su looked at the wound about three centimeters away and pulled his heart.

The wound was still bleeding. The doctor took the hemostatic cotton and soon it was dyed red. She felt as if she could see the flesh and blood under her skin. Suddenly she felt sick.

But she didn't move. After the doctor stopped the blood, she skillfully sewed the wound with a needle.

Because of the anesthetic, Han Zhaoxue didn't feel pain, but the feeling that the needle pierced the skin.

It doesn't hurt, but it's creepy.

"Does it hurt?"

Bai Su suddenly asked softly.

Han Zhaoxue a Leng, back to God, smile, "no pain, played anesthetic."

Bai Su pursed her lips and said for a long time, "I know this feeling."

When she bumped into her leg, Han Zhaoxue brought her to the hospital. At that time, it was also the suture of local anesthesia.

It was a strange feeling. At that time, she especially wanted someone to come in with her.

"Don't be afraid," she seemed to fall into her own memories, "I'll be with you."

Han Zhaoxue looks at her, and her heart suddenly becomes very warm.

The doctor who helped him to sew the wound was a very experienced doctor. He sewed the wound very fast, and it took him more than ten minutes to deal with the wound.

After dressing, put on a net cover to fix the gauze.

When Han Zhaoxue got up, she moved the ugly net cover on her head uneasily and coughed, "let's go."

Bai Su returned to his senses, answered, and after thanking the doctor, he came out of the clinic one by one.

He was the one who sewed the wound, but Bai Su's face seemed whiter than him. The car was sent to repair, and it snowed in the middle of the night. After they came out, they suddenly felt that they were strangers.

Han Zhaoxue thought that Bai Su was not very comfortable and said in a low voice, "I'll call sugar Yang Zhen to pick us up."

He reached for his mobile phone and found that he forgot to take it when he went out.

Suddenly he looked a little embarrassed.

As soon as Bai Su wanted to speak, her cell phone rang.

She saw that it was Han's mother's phone.

After a pause, he pressed the answer, "Su Su, are you home?"

"Ah, I just got home. What's the matter, Ma?"

"Zhaoxue didn't take the mobile phone. I'm not sure. I'll call and ask. Is he gone?"

"He..." Bai Su paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "it's snowing heavily outside. I asked him to go upstairs to have tea and wait for the snow to drop."

"Oh." Han's mother suddenly brightened her eyes and said, "would you please let him answer the phone? I have something to say to him, and my daughter has been arguing for him to come back and tell stories."

Bai Su's weakness is her daughter. The old lady obviously knows her way. As soon as she opens her mouth, Bai Su gives Han Zhaoxue the phone and says in a soft voice, "it's mom. She wants to talk to you. Don't let it slip. Don't worry about her in the evening."

Han zhaoxuedun has a sense that he is a son-in-law, and Bai sucai is the daughter of the old couple.

He took the phone, cleared his throat and said, "Hello, mom, it's me."

"What's the matter? How did Su Su let you go upstairs? What did you do?"

Han Zhaoxue

Is this your mother?

"I didn't do anything."

Han Zhaoxue is very sincere.

"Really?"

The old lady doubted.

"You raised Bai su. Don't you know how kind she is? I'll wait for Xue Xiaodian to leave."

Han Zhaoxue spared no effort to praise her daughter-in-law. Bai Su felt blushed when she listened.

The old lady, a little convinced, whispered, "you two haven't developed anything along the way."

Han Zhaoxue

"Mom, what do you want us to develop?"