Chapter 93 (1/2)
He reached for the door, Fu Zhiran mouth to stop him, ”no, I don't want to go to the hospital.”
She was red with blood hand, seized LAN Jingyan's hand, pleading eyes, pleading tone.
She tried to make herself look less weak.
LAN Jingyan looked down at her face, calm face, turned three or two steps into the bedroom, Fu Zhiran put on the bed.
”Where's the medicine box.”
After asking, he has found the medicine box in the storage space under the computer desk. He goes over and takes it up.
Open it, all the drugs in it are labeled and classified clearly.
This is Fu Zhiran's habit from childhood to adulthood, because he was always injured before, so she always prepared all kinds of medicine, even medical needles and thread.
Especially for hemostasis and pain relief.
He quickly cleaned Fu Zhiran's wound to stop bleeding. He had a four centimeter long wound, and the depth made his heart pull hard.
”Go to the hospital.”
LAN Jingyan quickly gave Fu Zhiran a simple bandage with gauze, and then picked her up.
Instead of asking her for advice, she was taken directly to a nearby hospital.
He was so nervous that he was about to suffocate, which made Fu Zhiran feel like going back to the past.
Even if she just accidentally cut her finger, he was very nervous.
She's at ease. She's in his arms right now.
To the hospital, LAN Jingyan did not register, directly into the emergency room, broke into a doctor's consulting room.
The doctor was just idle, and he forced Fu Zhiran to deal with the wound.
”What's the matter, young man?”
About 50 years old male doctor, while to Fu Zhiran wrist wound sewing needle, at the same time with the tone of elders to her heart.
LAN Jingyan frowned on one side, impatient to hear, ”let you see a doctor, not to listen to your politics class.”