"Is this really okay?" She didn't particularly believe what he said.
Li Nanheng glanced at her coldly: "My own wrist, can I still bear the pain? Just do it as I tell you, why is there so much nonsense?"
Feng Ling: "Oh."
You're right, there's no way he could just let his wrist become so useless.
She quickly went to get a hot towel to cover him, and then went to Da Bin to ask for the self-heating knee pads that she didn't know where she got.
Not to mention, this knee pad can actually generate heat when placed in the hand. After Feng Ling studied it for a while, he saw that there was a hidden buckle with a battery inside. No wonder it could generate heat.
After getting it back, wrap the towel around Li Nanheng's wrist, and then wrap the self-heating knee pads around the outside of the towel. Make sure that the towel will always maintain a suitable temperature. Not only can it be used as a hot compress for the wrist, but also because it can be wrapped like this The binding was a little tight, and it could also fix his wrists to avoid secondary injuries due to the pulling of the ligaments.
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It was precisely because Li Nanheng's wrist was seriously injured, and although San Pang's life was saved, he had a severe cold and was bedridden. He was ill all day long, had a fever and cough, and caused a lot of people in the two tents. Everyone is very busy, especially during meal time. They all come out to help each other, trying to figure out how to make porridge and other light things.
Li Nanheng was not as troublesome as the third fat man. Although the injury was to his right hand, every time it was meal time, Feng Ling would take the initiative to come over without him asking, or just give him a spoon so that he could use it more conveniently when eating. Or just help him pick up the food and put it in the bowl in front of him.
At first, Li Nanheng said he didn't need her, but after he got used to it, he didn't even use the spoon and just waited for her to feed him.
Feng Ling saw that his wrist was indeed so painful that he couldn't move it. Although he felt that this seemed inappropriate, he still fed him as if he were a child in his twenties and fed him as he pleased.
After going back and forth like this, Li Nanheng needed her help even in putting on and taking off his coat. At the end of the day, except for going to the toilet, Feng Ling had to help with almost everything else.
It was night again. Li Nanheng didn't take a shower last night because of his wrist injury, and obviously he still couldn't take a shower tonight.
Feng Ling just went to see San Pang in the tent next door. San Pang's fever has gone away, but he is extremely weak. After being soaked in such cold water for a long time, and being frightened again, he may still get sick. , the other brothers were taking care of him day and night. After making sure that there was no big problem there, Feng Ling returned to the tent here.
As soon as he came back, he saw Li Nanheng unbuttoning his clothes with one hand and walking to the bathroom wearing only a close-fitting T-shirt.
Feng Ling looked at his back in confusion and called out: "Boss, what are you doing in the bathroom? It's not convenient for you to take a bath now."
"Can't you wash your hair without taking a shower?"
Li Nanheng has always had a mysophobia. He can tolerate not taking a shower for a day or two, but not washing his hair is really uncomfortable.
Feng Ling followed him to the bathroom door and saw him immersed in the sink next to the simple bathroom. He unscrewed the faucet of the makeshift water pipe with one hand and poured water on his hair with one hand.
"You just wash it like this?"
"if not?"
Because he bent over, his voice was two points lower, with a bit of a guttural sound and a hint of hoarseness.
He closed his eyes and bent over in front of the sink. He seemed to be struggling a little, but he still insisted on washing.
Feng Ling looked at it for a while.
Li Nanheng was pouring water on his head when the sound of Feng Ling's footsteps came to his ears.
The next second, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in the water. They pulled away his uninjured hand, picked up some warm water and poured it into his hair.
He made a movement, and in this bent posture, turned to look at her.
Feng Ling's voice was extremely natural: "If you have trouble with your hands, I'll do it."
Li Nanheng said nothing. The hand that was originally going to wash his hair paused in mid-air, then slowly landed on the sink, placed it on it, and did not move again.
Although Feng Ling is usually very agile, even though she is smaller than others, in fact, she is definitely a violent person when trained. But at this moment, she moved very lightly, poured water on his hair, and then He rubbed it again.
Seeing that his hair was almost wet, he turned off the faucet and went aside to get shampoo.
"Boss, my shampoo is not as good as the one you used at the base. Do you mind?"
He paused and closed his eyes without forgetting to say: "I used it when I was taking a shower here the night before yesterday. Do you think I care about this kind of thing?"
Feng Ling rolled her eyes in a direction he couldn't see. Of course she didn't know if he was like this, but for someone who was usually such a germaphobe, who knew if he would dislike other people's toiletries.
Without saying anything else, she squeezed out the shampoo, rubbed it into bubbles in her palms, and then applied it to his hair.
This tent is simple and small. In the bathroom, the light is dim.
The tall and tall man bent over and remained motionless, as if a tough guy had never bowed his head in front of her. She stood beside him, washing his hair carefully, her movements were light and slow, a little jerky. .
However, Feng Ling, who had been trying his best to wash his hair and didn't like washing him too uncomfortable, had no idea how much torture and psychological challenges Li Nanheng was going through at this moment.
The man closed his eyes and lost his vision. In the darkness, all the senses in his body became more acute.
He leaned forward and leaned on the sink, feeling her soft hands gently rubbing his hair, and occasionally scratching it. It didn't hurt or itch, but it seemed to ignite something silently.
Her fingertips landed on her ears, like a small spark of fire.
She pressed her scalp, and every stroke made his whole body tingle with sensitivity.
She turned on the faucet and started pouring water on his head. While pouring water, she asked, "Is the water temperature suitable? Is it hot?"
The water temperature is very suitable, warm and hot, not hot at all.
But as the water flowed down into my hair and neck, it started to feel hot and burning.
Feng Ling rubbed his hands back and forth in his hair, gently brushed the foam around his ears with his fingers, and smoothed the stubble on his neck.
Li Nanheng stood there calmly, as if someone had lit a fire in his chest, one after another, unable to be extinguished.
After washing like this for a while, until all the foam on his hair and neck was washed away, Feng Ling picked up a towel and wiped his hair: "Okay!"
Li Nanheng raised his head, but did not straighten up. He still supported the table with his hands and said lightly: "The water has flowed into my clothes. Do you mind wiping me down again?"