To My Dear Mr. Huo

Biquge www.readwn.com, the latest chapter for my dear Mr. Huo!

Ignoring the words of Zhang Yichen, Su Qingsang now only has Huo Jinyao in his eyes.

"Jin Yao, let's go eat. I'm hungry."

"Okay." Huo Jinyao greeted Father Huo and Zhang Yichen as he spoke, and went to the restaurant leaning on Su Qingsang's waist.

Zhang Yichen turned to help Father Huo: "Well, let's go to dinner too."

"Okay." Father Huo didn't think much about it, and the two were behind Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang was whispering to Huo Jinyao, and this parrot has made a lot of jokes these days.

I was thinking about buying it to come back and say auspicious words. Who knows that auspicious words are unwilling to say, it is a slippery fight with people.

She really didn't expect it, and she felt embarrassed to say it. Huo Jinyao was quite funny. Keeping such a bird is fun.

Zhang Yichen supported Father Huo while talking to him, but looking straight ahead, he was staring at Su Qingsang.

There was a faint smile on her face when she spoke to Huo Jinyao. Obviously, it is not stunning, but between the eyebrows, it is full of style.

Zhang Yichen had a glimpse of the little bit of style that he had accidentally leaked out, and there was a faint beating flame in his eyes.

It was just the flame that was quickly suppressed by him.

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Zhang Yichen lived in the Huo family for only three days, and then returned to the army.

After knowing the identity of the other party, Su Qingsang turned the matter over.

In the previous skirmish, she treated her as an inadvertent act. Not at heart.

So when she was off work, she was surprised to see Zhang Yichen who suddenly appeared in front of her office.

It's already off work, the other doctors are gone. There are also two doctors on duty in the office.

Su Qingsang called a cousin when he saw the other party. The two remaining doctors no longer care about it.

"Anything? Cousin?"

Su Qingsang looked at Zhang Yichen's appearance, apparently something was wrong. She picked up her bag and stood outside the office.

"your work is done?"

"Yes."

"That's right. Come with me."

When Zhang Yichen spoke, she would go to La Su Qingsang's hand. She took a step back quickly, looking at Zhang Yichen, her eyes full of disapproval.

"Cousin, are you okay?"

"I--" Zhang Yichen looked around, thought about it, and added: "Can you follow me now? I have something to ask for your help?"

"What do you say first."

Zhang Yichen's voice was very light, but with a little urgency: "It's urgent. I need a doctor. Now, immediately."

Su Qingsang gave him a glance, only to find at this time that Zhang Yichen's black coat seemed to have some less obvious traces, the blood stain that she seemed to be very familiar with.

Her expression suddenly became serious: "Are you going to use tools?"

"Yes." Zhang Yichen nodded. "Can you hurry up?"

"You wait for me." Su Qingsang didn't ask anything, she went to the pharmacy, prescribed some medicine and a bandage, and went back to her office to get a full set of scalpels.

She moved quickly, taking less than ten minutes before and after.

He followed Zhang Yichen out of the hospital door, but didn't say much and got into Zhang Yichen's car.

After she got on the car, he stepped on the accelerator quickly and drove the car fast.

Su Qingsang didn't adapt to such a speed, but didn't say much, just looked at the street scene outside.

Within five minutes, Zhang Yichen took Su Qingsang to a humble apartment.

The apartment has been around for some years, and the walls on both sides have become mottled.

Such a situation made Su Qingsang's footsteps a little hesitant, just looking at Zhang Yichen's dignified face, followed him upstairs and entered the door.

Almost as soon as she entered the door, she smelled a **** smell.

"Save him, hurry up."

A man was lying on the bed in the room, and Su Qingsang recognized at a glance that this was the flat-headed head he had met in the alley last time with Zhang Yichen.

"He had three shots. One shot in the arm, one shot in the abdomen, and one shot in the leg."

"So serious, why not send it to the hospital?"

Su Qingsang just asked, and the person had already stepped forward and began to look at the wound on the other side.

"Can't be sent to the hospital."

Zhang Yichen did not explain more reasons. Su Qingsang glanced at him without talking, and the whole person's attention returned to the person in front of him who was almost called a blood person.

The wounds on the arms and legs did not look serious, but the shot on the abdomen looked the most serious.

This man was lucky, with so much blood and three shots, he was alive.

"I originally wanted to help him remove the bullet, but the bullet was too deep, and I was afraid I would lose my measure."

The injuries were all internal organs in the abdomen. Zhang Yichen was afraid of accidentally causing secondary injuries, so he went to Su Qingsang for help.

"I've dealt with it for him first, that is, bandaging the wound. But you need to remove the bullet."

"Got it."

Su Qingsang didn't have much delay. Although she was an obstetrician and gynecologist, she was familiar with sutures and wounds.

Take off your jacket and put it outside, and put all the tools she just brought to the bed.

Bend down and cut the other person's clothes open, and start treating the other person's wound.

I really found out that the anesthesia she brought was not useful at the time of treatment. This person had syncope because of excessive blood loss.

He was shot in the abdomen. Fortunately, he did not hurt the internal organs, otherwise Su Qingsang would never dare to do so.

The bullet was rubbed across the stomach of the opponent, which almost caused a perforation of the stomach.

Su Qingsang had to be lamented that this life was huge. No time to take care of others, quickly take out the bullet for the other party, the next is the bullet on the leg and the bullet on the arm.

Take one and sew one. She didn't dare to delay, for fear that the flathead would lose too much blood because of her hesitation.

Su Qingsang has been a doctor for so many years, and the most sewn is the belly of the mother, but this is the first time that a man has sewed a belly.

Although fresh, she did not dare to relax. After almost two hours. Su Qingsang finally dealt with all the other wounds.

Tied the bandage on his flat-headed arm, Su Qingsang felt his legs numb when he got up.

On such a cold day, she had a thin layer of sweat on her back in this unheated room.

While standing upright, I saw Zhang Yichen who had been waiting at the door. Su Qingsang's voice was very light.

"Take care of it for now."

"Temporary?" Zhang Yichen looked at the bed, his face still pale, and his comrades in arms: "What do you mean?"

"He bleeds so much blood. Normally it is a blood transfusion. But you do n’t want to be sent to the hospital. Although I deal with it in time, it is still dangerous tonight. You need to guard him to make sure he can wake up tomorrow morning Then it's really okay. "

To be honest, after hitting three shots and bleeding so much, I can persist until now. The vitality of this flat head is really strong.

"Thank you." Zhang Yichen understood that the next thing would be nothing like Su Qingsang.

His gaze fell on his flat head: "I will take care of him."

Su Qingsang nodded. She moved her limbs, and when she looked down at Yizhang Zhang who had been falling on her, she put her hands down uncomfortably.

"That-it's okay. I'll go first."

"I see you off."

"No." Su Qingsang looked at the flat head on the bed: "You can take care of him. I can take a taxi and go back."

After all, the injury was so serious and there was no blood transfusion. Su Qingsang was really not 100% sure: "Yes, he has lost too much blood and may have a fever in the middle of the night. You must not let him burn it. If it can't be controlled, just Wipe him with alcohol. "

When she came here, she brought alcohol to sterilize, which would leave a lot left. Can just be used by Zhang Yichen.

"Okay. I see. Thank you." Zhang Yichen said in a sincere voice.

He looked like this when he was teasing himself in the alley before. Su Qingsang was a little uncomfortable and went out of the room to pick up his bag and leave.

"It's okay. I'm gone."

"You don't need to deal with it?" Zhang Yichen glanced at her. Because of helping to deal with the wound with a flat head, she also got a lot of blood on her clothes.

If you run out like this, it doesn't seem good.

"It's okay. I still have a jacket." Su Qingsang put on the jacket while talking.

As a result, it really can't be seen. Zhang Yichen stopped talking, but when Su Qingsang's hand touched the doorknob, she stopped her again.

"Su Qingsang."

"Yep?"

"Today, don't tell anyone."

"Rest assured. I don't talk so much."

"No, I also include Jin Yao. Don't tell him."

Su Qingsang turned to look at Zhang Yichen, and nodded to the seriousness in his eyes.

"And-thank you."

"You're welcome." Although Su Qingsang did not know what they were doing, she could guess one or two.

Since the other party wanted to keep it secret, she wouldn't say it.

Leaving the apartment, Su Qingsang stood around the door and looked around, and then took a turn before leaving the alley.

When Su Qingsang returned home, Huo Jinyao had already returned. He had apparently just taken a shower, and his hair was still wet.

This is sitting in bed reading. When he saw Su Qingsang enter, he put the book aside. His eyes fell on several bags held by Su Qingsang.

"Go shopping?"

"Well." Su Qingsang nodded and lowered the bag in his hand: "Did you call me? I didn't hear it while shopping. I saw it in the elevator just now."

"Then you have a meal?" Huo Jinyao got out of bed and walked in front of Su Qingsang. At first glance, she noticed that all of her clothes had changed, not the one she had gone out in the morning.

"I've eaten it." As Su Qingsang spoke, he lifted the bag next to his feet and took out a Versace casual suit from the inside.

Dark stripe style, royal blue fabric. Compare it to Huo Jinyao: "Try it."

Huo Jinyao didn't rush to get the clothes, but looked at Su Qingsang's eyes a little unexpectedly: "Why do you remember to buy me clothes?"