"Huh? No, no, no!"
Jiang Beize's face turned red, his mouth was dry and he waved his hands.
"I, I, I, I, I just want to see your wounds!"
"You are crazy! Why are you looking at my wound? Do you think your husband is looking at his wife's stretch marks?"
"I'm not—that's me..."
Jiang Beize stammered. Although he didn't know what this had to do with stretch marks, he still explained patiently:
"The doctor said that the skin injury on your back will be treated after you wake up. I want to see if your injury is serious, that's all."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the ward opened again.
This time it was a doctor in a white coat who came in—
Zhang Fan.
"Hey, brother Lao Jiang is here too."
Zhang Fan knew Jiang Beize.
We had known each other ten years ago. We simply said hello and then looked at Song Nanye who was dishonest on the bed.
"Young man, let me tell you, people who have just undergone surgery cannot move and rest peacefully, do you understand?" Zhang Fan said seriously.
Song Nanye snorted impatiently. A group of old people were comparing themselves to each other all day long!
"Doctor, don't do this. Just do what you have to do. Who do you think is a three-year-old child?"
"Three-year-olds don't know how to fight, right?"
Zhang Fan replied unceremoniously.
Thinking about him, he has never been in a fight!
Except for Jiang Beiyuan’s wedding!
"Now turn around, lift up your clothes, and I'll wipe the back lines for you."
Zhang Fan held gauze, cotton swabs, alcohol and ointment in his hand. The ointment was for scar removal. Although he explained to Song Yikai over and over again that it would never leave scars, Song Yikai still insisted on Zhang Fan using the scar removal ointment.
He was just afraid that his younger brother Song Nanye would have scars on his body and would be unable to marry a wife in the future.
"No need! Men are thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so there is no need for this kind of thing!"
Song Nanye said in a proud voice.
"Hey!"
Zhang Fan didn't believe in evil and reached out to poke his back.
With this poke, Song Nanye screamed in pain.
Zhang Fan smiled heartily: "Young man, does this mean you have rough skin and thick flesh?"
"Forget it, Uncle Zhang, give me the things and I'll get them for him. My second brother taught me some simple first aid measures before!"
"All right."
Zhang Fan put the things on the table, raised his wrist and looked at his watch.
He was still in a hurry to go on a date with a girl. If he hadn't suddenly received this sick call, he would have gotten off work early now, okay
"Then I'm leaving. If your classmate feels unwell, just call me!"
Zhang Fan told Jiang Beize.
"Okay, Uncle Zhang, don't worry!"
"Oh, I'll go," Zhang Fan rubbed his forehead, his brain hurt terribly, "I'll tell you for the last time, I'm only two years older than your second brother! Just two years old! Will you die if you call me brother? Or Am I looking so old? Huh?!”
"Oh... Zhang, Zhang, Brother Zhang."
So awkward.
Jiang Beize pursed his lips. He might as well ask Uncle Zhang to speak smoothly.
Zhang Fan was pleased with what he heard, put his hands inside his white coat, and left with satisfaction.
Jiang Beize sat on the bedside and smiled at Song Nanye's back.
"My second brother's friends are very interesting. They are all very good people."
here we go again!
It happens every time!
Song Nanye closed his eyes, covering up the loss and despair revealed in his eyes.
If some secrets are hidden deep in the heart for a long time, they will take root and sprout and turn into a jealous and sensitive tree.
"Can you not mention your second brother for a day? Just for one day, is that okay?"
(End of chapter)