At this moment, I have reached the door of the hotel, and there is a sound of electric current coming from the mobile phone. As long as I say that Zhao Mingkun is here with me, Guan Zengbin will be happy to go around three times. But there was silence for a long time. With Zhao Mingkun's injuries so serious, it was not a man's fault to make trouble like this. Moreover, Zhao Mingkun was also injured because he helped me investigate the case.
"Wu Meng?" Guan Zengbin asked me softly again.
I still couldn't tell about Zhao Mingkun's affairs with me, but said: "I was tidying up my clothes just now, and I'll go back when I'm done."
"Hmm." Guan Zengbin hung up the phone without being suspicious.
I put my phone in my pocket and went to the second floor with my things. Pushing the door of the hotel, only to find that the door was not locked from the inside. I didn't think too much, just walked in. The hotel room is not big, it's just a space, I can still see a little bit of blood, but there is no trace of Zhao Mingkun.
I was startled, did Zhao Mingkun think that I would betray her if I went out, so he slipped away quietly after I left? But the injuries on her body are so serious, if she wants to get rid of me, she can do it as early as in the sewer, so why wait for me? Thinking of this, I knew that Zhao Mingkun must still be in the room.
After closing the door, he saw that Zhao Mingkun was hiding behind the door, holding a dagger in his hand. Her face was pale, and she leaned against the wall softly, but the dagger in her hand was gripped very hard. Seeing that no one else came in behind me, Zhao Mingkun put down the dagger with a pale face.
Then, she leaned against me again.
I said softly, "Are you afraid that I will bring someone here?"
"Obviously you didn't." Zhao Mingkun said weakly.
I helped Zhao Mingkun onto the bed, and then said slowly: "I have bought everything you asked me to buy."
Zhao Mingkun didn't say anything, and asked me to undo the T-shirt around her body. The black T-shirt was completely stained red with blood, and the blood stuck the T-shirt and the wound together. My heart sank, and I tore off the T-shirt vigorously.
The T-shirt pulled the wound, and immediately blood flowed out slowly. Both of us understood that if the wound was not stitched up at this moment, then Zhao Mingkun would surely bleed to death slowly. The length and depth of the wound have made it impossible for the human body to heal it automatically, and non-suture cannot solve the problem.
But the clothes Zhao Mingkun was wearing hindered the sewing action, so she had to take off her clothes. I didn't care about that much at the moment, I used a key to cut a hole in Zhao Mingkun's clothes, and then directly tore the clothes in half.
The wound went from Zhao Mingkun's waist down to Zhao Mingkun's crotch. That is to say, Zhao Mingkun had to pull down his pants a little before I could see the wound.
I didn't speak, but just looked up at Zhao Mingkun. Zhao Mingkun understood what I meant, and she was even more generous and straightforward. She loosened the belt around her waist with both hands, and then pulled it down with both hands, and the whole trousers fell off.
It can be seen that Zhao Mingkun is a person who has been exercising for a long time, and his vest line is clear, but at this moment, I don't have that kind of appreciation at all.
Because on the white skin, there are many scars.
It's one of those long, really ugly scars.
I don't know what kind of life experience would cause so many scars on a thirty-year-old woman's body.
It was only then that I realized that what Zhao Mingkun had said to me was true. Compared with some scars, the wound at this moment really seemed a bit eclipsed. Such a beautiful woman has so many scars on her body. This comparison really surprised me.
Zhao Mingkun gritted her teeth, her voice seemed to come out from between her teeth, she said: "Don't look, I'll let you see enough after the stitching is finished."
I just came back to my senses and asked, "What should I do?"
I've never done anything like this before, never stitched up someone else's wound, and don't know how it would be done if it wasn't in a hospital.
Zhao Mingkun tapped his trousers with his feet, and said: "There is a lighter inside, just sew it up with a needle and thread after disinfection. Look at you, you have never sewed anything before, but it's very simple. Don't stitch anything. It’s too dense, as long as the skin can be sewn together, otherwise I will be very painful.”
While listening to Zhao Mingkun's words, I took out the lighter. I lit it, and under Zhao Mingkun's command, I picked a needle of moderate size in the needle box and roasted it on the flame.
Listening to Zhao Mingkun's last words, I felt a strong desire to protect her, but when faced with the wound, I still didn't know what to do, or how to do it.
Zhao Mingkun continued: "Tear the gauze towel into two pieces, soak it in some hot water, and wipe off the blood for me first."
I didn't dare to neglect, so I hurried to do it. And when I wiped Zhao Mingkun's wound with hot water, even though Zhao Mingkun was biting her teeth tightly, a painful voice could still be squeezed out from the corner of her mouth, which made me know that Zhao Mingkun is not a high-ranking queen , is also a flesh and blood, and she is just a woman who can hurt.
After wiping the blood away, Zhao Mingkun's wound had turned white, and even the pale yellow muscle tissue in the wound could be seen.
The hand I was holding the needle was trembling. Without anesthesia, how much pain would it be if the needle touched the flesh like this, and Zhao Mingkun had to endure all of this.
Zhao Mingkun lay down, grabbed the pillow at the side, and hugged it firmly in his arms, while one hand was firmly grasping the bed sheet.
"Choose a bright red one." Zhao Mingkun looked at my trembling hands, but smiled, and her voice sounded a little lazy: "I heard people say that red represents auspiciousness when I was a child. If you choose red If you don't, the wound may heal faster. You don't have to worry, just practice with me, and you might be able to sew clothes when you get married in the future. "
Zhao Mingkun said these things indifferently, as if she was not the one who would be stitched up and treated as a test subject. I don't know if her words are comforting me or her. And we all understand that if this matter is not done well, people will die.
I swallowed, then picked out the red thread and pointed it at Zhao Mingkun's wound.
Zhao Mingkun nodded, bit the pillow tightly, and signaled that I could start stitching up the wound.
I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then made up my mind and pierced the needle into Zhao Mingkun's skin. And at this moment, I could clearly feel Zhao Mingkun's body jerk, and her whole body tensed up. And I also understand at this moment that once it starts, this process must be completed as soon as possible, otherwise, the slower the speed, the more intense Zhao Mingkun's pain will be.
Thinking of this, the movements of my hands quickened. I never dreamed that one day I would be the one who stitches up other people's wounds. And I never realized before that human skin can really be stitched together like clothes.
With every injection I gave, I could feel Zhao Mingkun's body getting straighter gradually. The blood vessels all over her body seemed to burst, and I also felt sweat on my forehead.
Zhao Mingkun bit the pillow tightly, but the sound of pain still came out of her nose, with a strong nasal sound, and fine sweat began to ooze from her body.
Just a dozen centimeters, but it makes me feel farther than all the distances in the world.
Fortunately, the last stitch is finally finished. The moment I took the needle off, I felt as if I had just done the hardest job in the world, put the needle away, and collapsed on the bed. And Zhao Mingkun finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, the whole person was just like me, lying on the bed panting continuously.
I can't even believe it, I didn't even use it for a minute.
Zhao Mingkun was lying on the bed in a large shape, and I was lying beside Zhao Mingkun.
"You will be able to sew clothes in the future." Zhao Mingkun looked at the wound I sewed up, and said, "It's okay, I didn't get killed by you."
I looked at Zhao Mingkun, was silent for a moment, and then burst out laughing. I laughed, but I didn't understand what I was laughing at. I just felt that at this moment, I really wanted to laugh, and I also laughed out loud.
Zhao Mingkun looked at me, and suddenly burst out laughing with a "puchi", but Zhao Mingkun's wound had just been stitched up, so he couldn't laugh out loud, otherwise the sutured thread would burst open, Zhao Mingkun just wanted to laugh like this, but While I couldn't laugh, the suffocated look made me laugh even more.
I laughed so loud I even had tears in my eyes.
We looked at each other, and after another minute, both of us fell silent again. Looking into Zhao Mingkun's eyes, I felt a special emotion between men and women.