Ye Jian didn't even think that it would be inconvenient to pull up his sleeves in a bathrobe! Yesterday, when I was wearing a camouflage suit and changing the dressing, it was done with ease.
No matter how you pull it up, the wound still doesn't show up. Forget it, put on the clothes he bought before getting it done.
"The sleeves of the bathrobe are thick and wide. Your injury happens to be on the top of your arm. It's best to pull the bathrobe half way from your shoulder." Xia Jinyuan calmly grabbed her wrist and said with a smile: "This is the most If it’s not troublesome, is it possible that you plan to put on the clothes I bought? Don’t put on... underwear?"
The last sentence deliberately paused slightly, and he succeeded in restoring Ye Jian's thoughts of changing his clothes.
Thinking of taking off all his clothes in no man's land that year, and lying on his stomach in front of him with his upper body naked, it wouldn't be a big deal to expose the shoulders to the arms at this moment.
Ye Jian is not a twitchy temper. She sat down on her side and faded the big neckline of the bathrobe to one side of her shoulders. His complexion was white and delicate, showing the slender and tender shoulders of the girl's skeleton, and he rushed directly into Xia Jinyuan's eyes.
Xia Jinyuan, who had no intention of admiring at all, dropped his gaze directly on the wound on her arm, her eyebrows were already frowning tightly.
There was a little blood red on the gauze, which indicated that the wound had opened again.
"You can't follow the car soldiers to train this week. The injury on the arm has been repeatedly split." The right hand grabbed her arm, and the left hand pulled the cotton tape that was wrapped three times around, and took off the gauze. Look, the wound is indeed open, but there is no redness or swelling.
The constricted gaze was slightly loosened, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Ye Jian's lips tightened on the side face, which was beautiful and stubborn.
I took a sterile cotton ball with tweezers and soaked it in saline, gently and skillfully cleaned her wounds, and said in a low-pitched voice, "This is for your health, not to prevent you from training with them, waiting for you It’s never too late to go after the injury. Head Liu said that your savvy is beyond their imagination, and it can be worth others for half a year in a month."
"In other words, your current grades can be slowed down, don't worry about training every day, so as not to blow the male soldiers to the loss of self-confidence. You, anyway, save the male soldiers some face."
She was still stubborn with herself, so she had to explain it in detail.
With one hand on his hips, Ye Jian, who can better clean up his wounds, looked over and asked: "You told Captain Liu that I won't go to training these days?"
I thought I was good at making opinions and I was angry.
Xia Jinyuan, with extremely light movements on her hands, looked at her wounds rubbed by the stray bullet in Pakistan with a focused and serious expression, and smiled lightly: "Training is your personal business, and I can't do it for you. I'm just a suggestion right now. , The final decision lies with you."
A gunshot wound is not only a broken skin injury, but also a burn in it, so the recovery period is much slower than normal injuries, and coupled with repeated dehiscence, the recovery is slower.
It was about a week before, but now it takes about ten days.
Ye Jian was indeed disgusted by letting others take charge of his training. He was a little bit embarrassed, but proactively apologized, "Sorry, I misunderstood you just now. I thought you had called Captain Liu."
"If I don’t understand you, my unilateral strength will definitely call to terminate the training. But I remember you once said that you can make your own decisions, and training this kind of thing happens to be your personal business, I won’t Come forward."