Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Qu Qingchen's lips were shriveled and pale. He could hardly see the original blood color, and there was a layer of pale yellow dead skin on the surface.

Gu Beihua frowned. Just as he wanted to turn around and pour her a glass of water, he suddenly realized that her face can't touch the water now. She should wait until later.

So he stopped.

The gauze on Qu Qingchen's head was tightly wrapped, and a few inches protruded slightly under the brow bone, which covered his sight.

She gently raised her head, frantically tested at the edge of the knife edge, and finally found a suitable angle.

Separated by a layer of gauze, Gu Beihua can be seen in Qu Qingchen's field of vision. He is divided into small squares like mosaics by the white yarn. His facial features and expression are not very real.

Qu Qingchen choked in his throat. His voice was like a mosquito and a fly. He asked tentatively in a low voice, "Uncle Gu... I heard from the nurse that during the operation... Cough..."

Halfway through, she suddenly coughed.

Gu Beihua was afraid that her knife would crack, so he quickly comforted her in a soft voice, "chen'er, don't say so much. You have a good rest. What can I do when I take off the thread?"

"No..." Qu Qingchen coughed, holding Gu Beihua's wrist on her side with one hand, and his strength was amazing.

Her slender fingers were like withered branches rolled down from the branches by the cold wind, and there was almost no flesh between the skin and the bones.

Gu Beihua was slightly surprised, but subconsciously stopped the action, did not dare to break her hand, for fear that gently move this slender fingers will be broken.

Qu Qingchen resisted the smell of fishy sweetness in her throat. After gradually calming down, she continued, "did you... Give me a blood transfusion?"

I just wanted to ask this.

Gu Beihua took a sigh of relief unconsciously. Without hesitation for a second, he nodded and answered, "well, you were bleeding. It happened that I had the same blood type as you, so..."

That's all.

Gu Beihua was shocked. He suddenly tasted something unusual from the words he had just said unconsciously.

His eyes flashed by and he was flustered for a while. He coughed lightly and shifted the conversation, but his tone was a little bit stuttered unconsciously. "Cough, it's OK. You're OK. Don't think about that any more, darling."

This is very perfunctory, almost connected into a complete sentence.

Gu Beihua himself felt guilty for a moment. When he was at a loss, he "Teng" stood up and quickly turned his back to Qu Qingchen's line of sight, "thirsty? I'll pour you some water and use a cotton swab... "

Qu Qingchen silently closed his eyes for a while. When he opened them again, there was a circle of bright tears around his pupils. There was a strong sadness overflowing through the water mist.

She hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Dad."

Her simple word suddenly fell to the ground, Gu Beihua's eyes suddenly black, his wrist suddenly soft, just got the cup in the palm of his hand, took off his hand, "bang" fell to the ground, together with the water just poured into the bottom.

The warm water left the shackles of the cup and fell into pieces and out of shape. A few drops of water splashed on his shoe head impartially, leaving a circle of ugly water stains on the surface of high-grade leather.

Gu Beihua is precise and accurate, just like the brain of a computer is cut off in an instant, and all nerves are blocked by adrenaline, which surges up suddenly.

Almost in an instant, the cheeks became red and hot, the blood spread along the blood vessels like hot magma, and the clear mind was instantly rolled into the abdomen by the blazing tongue of fire, and turned into white water vapor.

His fingers trembled unconsciously. After a long time, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said calmly, "chen'er, are you confused? I'm..."