Ming said: "Boss, let's go back first, put everything together, and report these two paintings to the top."
"Yeah." Xia Zhiming nodded and said again: "Right, don't forget, let them call up the camera at the gate of that community to see if they can find that person."
As soon as Fang Siyuan and Mu Tou left, there was no more case to talk about, so Xia Zhiming and Luo Xiaochen relaxed. The pain of the wound, which had been ignored for a long time because of distraction, became clear again now. Both of them didn't look good, but Ye Zhao still didn't change much.
"You—" Xia Zhiming just wanted to ask a question, when he saw a round-faced little nurse carrying three water bottles in, pulling over the shelves one by one, hanging the bottles skillfully, and pushing them to the three-person bed side.
The water was used to reduce inflammation. Luo Xiaochen's injury was relatively better, while Xia Zhiming's was severely swollen, but neither of them was as serious as Ye Zhao's. The little nurse gave them two needles, asked a few words about the situation, and walked to Ye Zhao's side.
Ye Zhao's temperament was very good, and the hospital gown felt as if he could wear a striped shirt. With that gentle and indifferent face, he always revealed an elite taste. The little nurse probably liked him very much, and her face was flushed during the needle injection process. Nie Renyan, who was watching from the side, twitched the corner of her mouth, thinking, "Is it dead for such a big man to sit next to him!" Next time, I must get a pair of rings or something for Ye Zhao to wear it to show that he has an owner!
It's a pity that the little nurse was holding Ye Zhao's hand and bumping the deer, so she couldn't take care of Nie Renyan's face. Ye Zhao glanced at him and warned him not to have menstruation in front of people.
After the needle was pierced, Ye Zhao pulled his hand back as soon as the tape was attached, with a polite expression on his face. The little nurse adjusted the speed of the water droplets, and then asked Ye Zhao, "Well, is the wound starting to hurt?"
Ye Zhao Yuguang saw her fingers clenching the corners of her clothes, softened her expression slightly, and said, "No, maybe the yào effect hasn't passed yet."
"Eh?" The little nurse was surprised, "No, it should be over long ago!"
chapter33 [three more]
The little nurse counted her fingers with a serious face, and said, "It stands to reason that after 7 o'clock this morning, the effect of yào should almost be completely gone."
"Maybe the dose of numbness is a little more." Ye Zhao said lightly, the fingers of the hand without the needle gently rubbed his waist, and he did not feel any obvious pain, on the contrary, it was a little yǎng... He frowned slightly, Looking at Nie Renyan.
This action was an unintentional habit of his. Once there was something he couldn't figure out, he would look to Nie Renyan, not for help, but to look at it from a fixed point and think about the problem. The contrast between the slightly hazy eyes and the indifferent face is particularly easy to misunderstand. This sinful habit makes Nie Renyan often misunderstand, resulting in many "disharmonious" things.
But this time, Nie Renyan had some scruples in front of others, so he didn't move his hands or feet, he just held Ye Zhao's wrist and took the hand that was rubbing his waist and put it back into the quilt, fearing that he would accidentally open the wound with heavy force. He covered the quilt and asked Ye Zhao in a low voice, "What's wrong?"