In the blink of an eye, Fei Zheng quickly got up and forced to shut down the machine, but the blade still brushed Cheng Lang's right palm in an instant.
Rosa and Su Shan gasped.
Xu Qiao's ears couldn't hear a sound for a moment, and everything in sight seemed to be a suffocating slow motion.
Panting heavily, she regained her senses, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Cheng Lang's palm dripping with blood. She quickly took off the protective gloves stained with plaster slurry, grabbed his hand and pressed the wound tightly, and shouted incoherently behind her: "Stop the bleeding, something that stops the bleeding... "
Both Fei Zheng and Rosa started to move.
The two dealt with metalworking machinery all day long, and their emergency response was fairly quick. Rosa brought the standing medicine box and took out clean gauze. Fei Zheng took over Xu Qiao's hand and held Cheng Lang's hand, putting pressure on the wound with the gauze while observing the depth of the incision.
Xu Qiao was anxious beside him, muttering: "Is it serious, it's not serious... Should I call an ambulance..." As he spoke, he reached into his coat pocket with his bloodstained hands and rummaged through his phone.
"It's okay, a small injury." Cheng Lang recovered from the dull pain, picked up a wet towel on the side table with his left hand, and handed it over, stopping her, "Wipe first."
Xu Qiao took the wet towel and was about to wipe his hands.
He blocked her with his left hand, and said calmly, "I said wipe it for yourself."
Xu Qiao froze for a moment, then looked up at him.
His lips were a little pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.
"Does it not hurt you?" Xu Qiao's eyes were red with anxiety.
Compared with the pain, what was more uncomfortable for Cheng Lang was actually the heart palpitations. The moment she saw her fingers stretching straight towards the cutting machine, her heart seemed to stop for a moment, and after the near miss, it beat violently again.
Under the ups and downs, he couldn't quite tell whether the discomfort all over his body at the moment was due to blood loss, or the illness caused by being touched by Xu Qiao, or because he was afraid.
After all, he rarely has the emotion of "fear".
However, these discomforts quickly subsided when they saw the moisture in Xu Qiao's eyes.
Cheng Lang smiled, took back the wet towel, and wiped the blood on her palm with his left hand as if nothing happened.
For a moment, Rosa and Fei Zheng felt like fools for rushing to give first aid.
The parties were a little too calm.
"Oh, leave me alone!" Xu Qiao pushed away his left hand, wiped it carelessly by herself, and threw away the towel. Seeing that the gauze on the wound on his right hand was completely soaked in blood, she wiped the corners of his eyes, whispering, "I was wearing protective gloves just now..."
"That will hurt too." Cheng Lang glanced at her.
"But it won't hurt you like this."
The two argued twice, but the blood still didn't stop.
Rosa pulled out the tourniquet again and asked Fei Zheng, "Do you need this?"
Hemostasis is risky, and improper use may worsen the injury. Fei Zheng shook his head: "No, let's deal with it first, go to the hospital."
Fei Zheng used gauze to make a simple pressure bandage on the wound.
Before leaving, Cheng Lang told Xu Qiao: "You stay here."
"No," she said firmly, "I'll go with you."
"It's not that you don't like going to the hospital?"
"At this time, what do you like or not like!"
"Then put on your coat."
Xu Qiao grabbed a Rosa windbreaker and put it on, and went downstairs anxiously. Seeing that Gao Rui was not there, she took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat of the Bentley, leaving the back seat for Fei Zheng to take care of Cheng Lang, and then told the driver: "Go nearest hospital."
The driver quickly started the car.
Xu Qiao was in the front row, with her heart on the back seat, looking back at Cheng Lang's hand.
"Fasten your seat belt," Cheng Lang reminded her, "Turn back and sit down."
Xu Qiao had no choice but to pull the seat belt and turn her body.
Although the entrepreneurial park is located in a remote location, there happened to be a health center nearby. After ten minutes' drive, Fei Zheng accompanied Cheng Lang into the emergency department.
Xu Qiao nervously followed behind.
After walking a few steps, Cheng Lang looked back at her: "Go and wash your hands first."
She shook her head: "I'll see you later..."
"Teacher Fei," Cheng Lang interrupted her directly, "Take her to wash her hands."
"Okay, I'll go, I'll go by myself." She surrendered and asked Fei Zheng to accompany Cheng Lang. She found the direction of the bathroom according to the signs, walked forward, and watched Cheng Lang step by step as she entered the consultation room.
In front of the simple washstand, Xu Qiao rubbed the half-dried blood between her fingers and palm lines with hand sanitizer, her thoughts wandering uncontrollably.
She doesn't know medicine, but she just heard about Song Mian's damage to the hand nerves a while ago, and now she can't help thinking in a bad direction.
There seemed to be many important tissues in the palm. She had heard similar news reports before, saying that a female college student had cut her palm by a steel pipe and was in danger of completely losing the function of her right hand. Tendon and Vascular Sutures…
The more she thought about it, the more she panicked, and she felt that Cheng Lang asked her to wash her hands to deliberately push her away. After drying her hands in a hurry, she ran back, and at the door of the consulting room, she met Fei Zheng who came out of it.
"What did the doctor say?" she asked breathlessly.
"It's okay, I don't need stitches, but I need a tetanus shot, I'll pay the fee first."
Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to go around him, but was stopped by him.
Fei Zheng said in a low voice: "The boss is afraid that you will be frightened, so he asked me to stop you. Just wait outside. Once you go in, he will be distracted to comfort you, won't he?"
"Oh..." Xu Qiao nodded with her mouth pursed, waited outside the door, and sighed when Fei Zheng left.
Fei Zheng didn't blame her for causing trouble, but he accidentally poked her heart.
She scolded herself in her heart—
Tell you not to eat, people with a history of hypoglycemia dare not eat well!
Do you really think you are a fairy who grew up drinking dew
He spent eight lifetimes of blood mold to ward off disaster for you!
Xu Qiao sniffed and turned around in agitation. After waiting for a while, she saw the light blue cloth curtain in the consulting room being pulled open.
She stepped forward quickly, pulled Cheng Lang's arm, carefully opened his palm, and looked at the place where the gauze was wrapped: "Is this settled?"
Cheng Lang still felt a little uncomfortable with the skin-to-skin contact of women, and he usually endured it, but now that there is a doctor, it is easy to see his symptoms, so he deliberately hissed.
Xu Qiao let go of him suddenly: "I, I, I... hurt you?"
The doctor looked at Cheng Lang strangely.
When washing the wound should hurt the most, I didn't see him frowning, but now he gasped, how about pretending? Oh, this is probably the girlfriend.
The doctor was very perceptive and didn't expose him, but only told a series of precautions about changing the medicine and taboos.
These don't need to be a waste of time, after all, there will be a private doctor to take care of him later, but Xu Qiao's head has been in a daze, and he didn't think of it all at once. Started taking notes like crazy.
Cheng Lang didn't interrupt her, and watched her anxious movements with a smile, as if admiring some high-level art performance.
After Xu Qiao memorized a full page of notes, she asked the doctor again: "Doctor, if the wound is not sutured, there will be no sequelae, right? For example, some kind of nerve injury. Even if it does not affect daily life, it will not affect work." , this is his right hand."
"Your girlfriend knows a lot?" The doctor teased Cheng Lang with a smile.
Xu Qiao was not in the mood to joke at the moment, and said seriously: "I have a friend who hurt the nerves in his hand. Doctor, please check him carefully."
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
When choosing a private doctor, it is necessary to find out the truth, so of course he knows the reason why Song Mian left the first-line hospital.
Will Xu Qiao have a second friend with hand nerve damage
Obviously not.
As far as New Year's Day was concerned, Song Mian had already told her all these matters involving personal privacy.
This pair of old friends, who had been reunited for a long time, chatted quite deeply.
The doctor over there was explaining to Xu Qiao that no muscles and bones were injured, and he just needed to pay attention to nursing care to avoid infection. Cheng Lang, who was supposed to comfort his "girlfriend" here, was silent and his face looked a little gloomy.
Xu Qiao was finally persuaded by the doctor and felt at ease. When she turned her head, she saw that he didn't seem to be feeling well, so she was stunned: "Is it hard?"
Cheng Lang thought about it, and replied, "Yes."
"Where is the pain?"
"Everywhere is uncomfortable." He replied blankly.
Xu Qiao's heart sank again: "Doctor, you see that he said he was uncomfortable!"
The corner of the doctor's mouth twitched vigorously.
The young lovers are going to sell it badly, go home and sell it, okay? This is a holy hospital, you are not allowed to cheat.
"If you feel uncomfortable, go out and turn left, get a shot of tetanus, and you will feel better immediately." The doctor sent them away.
It happened that Fei Zheng came back with the payment slip and said that he would lead Cheng Lang to the injection room, so Xu Qiao had to give up negotiating with the doctor, accompany him out of the consulting room, and went outside angrily: "Why is this doctor so irresponsible, so uncomfortable Don't check it again."
"Then it will be uncomfortable." Cheng Lang nodded lightly.
Fei Zheng, who was leading the way, was taken aback for a moment. In the blink of an eye, why did the boss's attitude turn around 180 degrees, from "I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry" to "I'm uncomfortable, I'm dying, let me give up on myself"
Xu Qiao looked up at him with scrunched face: "Should I change to another hospital, or ask Dr. Song to show you?"
"Oh," Cheng Lang shook his head, "That's unnecessary."
"Aren't you uncomfortable?"
"The wound is just normal pain."
"Then ask the doctor to prescribe some painkillers?" Xu Qiao thought seriously.
"I don't like taking medicine very much."
"What about painkillers?"
"I don't really like needles either."
"..."
If this was normal, Xu Qiao would definitely be a sharp-eyed knife, and the firecrackers in his mouth would be ignited directly, saying, "Then you deserve it and forget it." But today I really can't treat him like this.
She pouted: "Then what are you going to do!"
"I don't know, I've never suffered such a serious injury." Cheng Lang let out a deep breath.
This tone was so weak and pitiful and helpless.
The impatience that had just risen in Xu Qiao's heart fell down again, and she continued to think about ways, walked into the injection room, and saw a mother who brought her son for an injection, blowing on the arm of her son who had just finished the skin test. I said angrily, "Mom, Huhu, it won't hurt anymore", and suddenly blessings came to my heart.
Seeing that Cheng Lang's gaze also happened to fall on the preschool boy, she pointed at him and asked, "Does this work?"
Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly: "I haven't tried it."
"Then try?"
Just as Cheng Lang was about to nod his head with a no-nonsense attitude, she suddenly turned to Fei Zheng: "Teacher Fei, are you calling the boss?"
Fei Zheng and Cheng Lang: "..."
Fei Zheng coughed under the signal of Cheng Lang's light eyes, and said seriously: "I can't do this, I can't do it..."
Xu Qiao plucked her hair, looking at the injection room with people coming and going, feeling a little embarrassed.
Cheng Lang didn't seem to be reluctant, so he walked to the waiting area and sat down without saying a word.
It's just that he was so silent, Xu Qiao felt even more guilty, and regardless of the eyes of the people, she bit the bullet and squatted down beside him: "Then let me give you a shout?"
Cheng Lang's eyes loosened slightly, and he lowered his eyes: "Get up, the ground is cold." He said and raised his injured hand, "I'm lifting it like this, you can just sit next to me and breathe."
Are you sure this is not worse? Xu Qiao hesitated for a moment with the incomprehensible expression of a subway grandpa looking at his mobile phone, and finally sat down in the seat next to him, lowered her head and approached his palm, and blew gently on the gauze.
Cheng Lang hissed sincerely this time.
"Does it hurt?" Xu Qiao stopped.
"No," he pursed his lips into a half-smile, "it's an itch."
"Is that good or bad?"
"good."
Xu Qiao looked at him and continued to blow.
The nurse quickly called Cheng Lang's name. Seeing that he was really blown away, Xu Qiao had found a place for her to use, and even worked hard beside him when he was doing the skin test.
The two nurses in the window smiled ambiguously, whispering and joking: "This girlfriend is so spoiled."
Xu Qiao opened her mouth and was about to clarify her identity, when she caught a glimpse of Cheng Lang's mouth curled up, she sighed and closed her mouth again.
Forget it, the injury is the biggest, as long as he is happy.
The results of Cheng Lang's skin test came out, showing that there was no allergic reaction. After a tetanus injection, there were no other problems for the time being.
Fei Zheng was stuck between the two young people like an old 2kW light bulb for a long time, he was finally relieved, and immediately said that he would take a taxi back to the studio and let Cheng Lang leave him alone.
Cheng Lang nodded in satisfaction, said "hard work" to him, got into the back seat of the Bentley, patted the seat next to him very naturally, and said to Xu Qiao who was standing outside, "Come up."
Xu Qiao bent over to look at him: "I will take a taxi back to the studio with Mr. Fei, you don't have to see me off, go home and rest."
"That's fine." Cheng Lang nodded, closed his eyes and supported his forehead before the car door closed.
Xu Qiao stopped the driver who closed the door and looked inside: "Are you uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, maybe a little burnt."
She blinked her eyes: "Then you get out of the car, and I will accompany you to see a doctor."
Cheng Lang shook his head: "No, you haven't eaten yet, go back first."
Xu Qiao woke up: "Hey, you haven't eaten yet, is your aunt here?"
"Maybe, go back and have a look."
"Ouch," Xu Qiao stomped her feet and sat in the back seat, "Come on, I'll take you home."