"Song Wuyou." Didn't you say he was bored? He's going to be completely bored.
He loves to call, Song Wuyou bowed his head.
Glanced at his chest, the button was unbuttoned, and the shirt was left open on both sides by her.
The white gauze wrapped around the wound was already red, and there must have been a lot of blood.
"It hurt the wound." Song Wuyou frowned tightly.
This man, knowing that he is hurt, is still so reckless.
Gu Yanhao lowered his head and glanced at his wound indifferently.
"Will you help me deal with it?" Gu Yanhao looked at her and asked.
He remembered that once, she fell down by herself, her knee was scratched, got into the sand, and bled a lot. There was a medicine box in the villa, but she didn't know how to deal with it.
"Nonsense." Song Wuyou glared at him, then turned around, opened the medicine box, and found a pair of sterilized scissors from inside.
When she turned around, Gu Yanhao's teasing eyes suddenly became very deep, she really changed, she became completely different from her before—
Song Wuyou took the scissors and directly cut off the gauze wrapped around his chest.
"..." Gu Yanhao looked at her, "Didn't it be opened layer by layer?"
She cut the gauze very neatly without hesitation.
Song Wuyou snorted coldly: "It's so thick, how long will it take to wrap around your armpits layer by layer?"
It's better to cut it off and save time.
After cutting the gauze, Song Wuyou carefully removed the blood-stained gauze that had become sticky.
Fortunately, when dressing the wound, a lot of medicinal powder was sprinkled on the wound, and the whole gauze was not tightly attached to the flesh of the wound, making it difficult to remove.
After taking off the gauze, what caught the eye was a wound with a hole.
Song Wuyou was surprised: "Why not stitches?!"
"Sutures will leave ugly scars, but without sutures, the scars will not be ugly after the wound grows and heals." Gu Yanhao said.
"When will such a wound heal?" It was shocking.
Pursing his lips, Song Wuyou glanced at him contemptuously, "You, a big man, still care about such an ugly scar? When you put on your clothes, who will see it? Some women have a caesarean section, and that scar is called ugly."
Beautiful women don't care. He's a big man. He's got to be beat up.
Gu Yanhao smiled charmingly: "You will see it when you take off your clothes."
"Are you going to walk around outside shirtless?"
"No, that's a beast."
"No, why not suture." The suture wound healed quickly.
"I've said it all, the scars will be ugly like this."
"..." I was speechless.
"I'm going to take it off in front of you."
"..." I was even more speechless.
Gu Yanhao smiled lowly: "I want to show my perfect figure in front of you."
Song Wuyou looked ashamed and stared at him: "Stop talking, I'll help you stop the bleeding!"
"Okay." Gu Yanhao shut up obediently again.
Song Wuyou first used pliers and a cotton swab to gently clean up the powder that had been sprinkled on it before.
The process of cleaning is not easy, if you are not careful, you will injure the wound, and the wound is already torn, and there is blood flowing out, so it is even more difficult to clean up.
But Song Wuyou, who was engrossed in it, seemed very cautious, his movements were gentle but not slow, as if he often did this kind of thing...
Gu Yanhao lowered his head, slightly raised his brows, looked at her deeply, with a trace of scrutiny—
Seeing his horrific wound, she just frowned slightly, and she didn't feel disgusted or disgusted or scared.
Her hands never shook.
As for being calmer and more skilled than doctors who often perform operations.
"Song Wuyou, do you often bandage people's wounds?" He asked softly.