Looking at the potions and glass fragments on the ground, Zhang Jue was a little at a loss.
His body is very unstable, especially in recent years, the pheromone disorder has always been caught off guard. The potion broken by Chen Boqiao can minimize the impact of the disorder on him, which is very important to him.
If it wasn't for the fear that Chen Boqiao would hurt when taking the locator, Zhang Jue wouldn't take out the medicine. Originally, he only used one dose for Chen Boqiao, so nothing should go wrong. The box fell to the ground.
But Chen Boqiao was unintentional.
Zhang Jue looked at Chen Boqiao, who was still apologizing to him, and thought slowly in his heart.
And he should be glad that Chen Boqiao didn't drop the ice box on the ground when he opened it. At least Chen Boqiao won't feel pain when he takes off the locator.
Thinking of this, Zhang was determined to feel better. He pointed to the steering wheel and said to Chen Boqiao, "Then lie on your stomach and don't move."
After Chen Boqiao knew that he had made a mistake, he became more obedient than in the morning. He honestly folded his arms, put his back on the steering wheel, and handed his back to Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue disassembled the semi-automatic scalpel, sterilized it with cotton pads, picked up the detector again, and looked closer to Chen Boqiao's back.
Chen Boqiao had several stab wounds on the side of his spine, and a small burn on the lower part. The burnt skin was very ugly, light in color and ups and downs. Zhang Jue stared at the different piece of skin, his throat seemed to be pinched by a pair of hands, he squeezed out the sour juice and poured it into his esophagus. In the end, Zhang Jue couldn't hold back, reached out and touched Chen Boqiao's stab wound, and then immediately shrank back.
He touched it lightly, but was found anyway.
Chen Boqiao reminded kindly: "Student Zhang Jue, time is running out, don't be distracted."
Zhang Jue made a sound of "um", aligning the scalpel with the position measured by the detector, then selected the appropriate knife and tweezers on the monitor, and began to remove Chen Boqiao. When the tweezers clamped Chen Boqiao's positioner and pulled it out, Zhang Jue heard Chen Boqiao cough lightly, and after a while, blood flowed out from the middle of the lower suction cup of the semi-automatic scalpel. Zhang Jue reacted for a while before wiping the blood.
After the surgery accident when he was a teenager, Zhang Jue's mother often washed her face in tears, saying that when he thought of Zhang Jue's physical condition, he felt distressed and couldn't help crying, but Zhang Jue never understood what it felt like. .
He would feel uncontrollable pain in his heart because Chen Boqiao didn't like him, or toss and turn because he liked Chen Boqiao too much, but it seemed that it was not until this moment that Zhang Jue understood the specific meaning of his distress.
He very much hopes to replace Chen Boqiao with these injuries.
After the operation, Zhang Jue helped Chen Boqiao to put gauze on his back, and then before Chen Boqiao raised his head, he smashed the locator he took out with the gun handle and wrapped it in gauze. He stared at Chen Boqiao's drooping head, quickly stuffed the gauze wrapped around the locator into his pocket, and said to Chen Boqiao: "Okay, I'll drive, you can rest for a while."
Chen Boqiao still wasn't polite to him, changed to the co-pilot, and fell asleep after a while.
The gas tank of the off-road vehicle was not full, it ran out of gas halfway through, and there was a gas station not far ahead, Zhang Jue drove a little there, entered the station, pressed the window and asked the staff to replace him come on.
At this time, Chen Boqiao woke up, he called Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue looked back: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"No." Chen Boqiao shook his head, "I want to drink water."
Zhang Jue looked at the convenience store at the gas station not far away, and said to Chen Boqiao, "You wait, I'll buy it."
I bought two bottles of water at the convenience store and walked back to the car. The oil just happened to be finished. Zhang Jue gave the cash to the staff and just put on his seat belt, Chen Boqiao came over and took Zhang Jue's water. , opened it and took a sip, then turned his head casually and asked Zhang Jue, "Where did you throw the locator?"
Chen Boqiao was only two punches away from Zhang Jue, and there was sharpness hidden in the gentleness. He asked Zhang Jue off guard, and Zhang Jue could only look at Chen Boqiao dumbfounded.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Chen Boqiao suddenly laughed again. He reached out and patted Zhang Jue's pocket with the locator fragments, and asked Zhang Jue, "I saw you put it in. Why, you don't want to throw it away?"
Zhang Jue felt a little embarrassed and his face was hot. He should know that his small movements could not escape Chen Boqiao's eyes.
He really wanted to keep this broken locator, because he really didn't have anything from Chen Boqiao.
"I'm joking." Chen Boqiao didn't continue to press Zhang Jue, but just got up and sat down. The kitten limped from the back seat to the front seat and rolled over into Chen Boqiao's arms.
"Would you like to touch it," Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue casually, stroking it gently.
Zhang Jue stretched out his hand hesitantly and hung it on the cat's head. He was reluctant to touch it down. Chen Boqiao suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled it down. Immediately, Zhang Jue's palm touched the soft and warm cat hair.
Chen Boqiao's hands are also very hot, with the roughness brought by his military life all the year round. The kitten rubbed Zhang Jue's hand with its head, and then retracted it into Chen Boqiao's hand.
"Didn't it like you very much?" Chen Boqiao said, and let go of his hand.
Zhang Jue silently started the car and drove out of the gas station.
Arriving in Bangkok at noon, Zhang Jue asked the spies about the situation. Sure enough, the couples who were chasing Chen Boqiao suddenly lost their way. The pursuit was indeed caused by Chen Boqiao's locator.
The safe house in Bangkok was bigger than last night. After Zhang Jue settled Chen Boqiao properly, he went out to find a veterinarian. He wanted to find a place to put the cat before the boat left at night.
Zhang Jue was very lucky this time, and it didn't take long to find a large pet hospital.
The receptionist assigned to Zhang Jue at the pet hospital was a small, enthusiastic omega. He took Zhang Jue to run here and there, filming and examining the cat. Zhang Jue was short on time, so he told the receptionist a figure and asked Can you keep the money in the hospital and use it when you need it
After consulting with the boss, the hospital agreed. Zhang Jue called the hospital, the receptionist handed the cat to the nurse, and gave Zhang Jue a contact sheet,
Zhang never liked cats, and Chen Boqiao didn't seem to say that he wanted to keep them. Zhang Jue wanted to ask if the hospital could help him with the care. He was willing to pay, or he could find a suitable owner instead, but looking at the list, Zhang Jue suddenly hesitated.
"I may have to come and pick it up in a few months," Zhang Jue asked the receptionist with his head down. "Call me when you run out of money, can you?"
The receptionist was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then told Zhang Jue, "Your reservation must be enough."
After Zhang Jue left the message, the receptionist took the order, called Zhang Jue again, took out his mobile phone, and said in a low voice, "Sir, can you leave a personal contact information, and I can send you a photo."
Zhang Jue looked down at him for a while, and exchanged contact information with him.
When the little receptionist took Zhang Jue out of the hospital, the two passed a wall of dolls. Zhang Jue glanced up and saw a cat doll, about the size of a palm, and the color was very similar to the one Chen Boqiao picked up.
Zhang Jue stopped, turned and walked to the wall, raised his hand, paused, and took off the doll hanging on the wall.