Chapter 118.1 (2/2)
The off white shirt was dyed red by the bright red color at this time. It was wet and pasted on the back. The dazzling bright red made Liang Xiaoyu's nose sour again.
”Don't cry.” Xin Zezhao frowned.
”Well, I don't cry, I don't bother you.” Liang Xiaoyu tries his best to hold back his tears. He doesn't want to cry like a child, which makes Xin Zezhao tired.
”Take off all your clothes! You're hurting a lot. ” Seeing the bloodstain, the doctor's expression became dignified.
Xin Zezhao untied the button, took off the shirt stained with blood, revealing his bloody back.
”Fortunately, you still have a coat of good quality to block it. This piece of steel is not inserted deep, otherwise...” The doctor dried the blood, carefully cleaned the wound for Xin Zezhao, and opened his mouth in pain.
”Or what?” Liang Xiaoyu's face turned white with fear, and he stared at Xin Zezhao nervously.
”Poof Pooh.” At this time, the doctor suddenly laughed again. ”I'm kidding. It's not the iron cloth shirt. How can it resist the steel sheet? I just see that your expression is too serious. Slow down.”
I didn't expect that the doctor would be so happy to take off. The veins on the corner of Liang Xiaoyu were beating constantly, suppressing his anger: ”it's not funny at all! How are you
”Don't be angry, don't be angry! At most, I'll be gentle when I'm taking your boyfriend's medicine. ”
When Liang Xiaoyu heard the speech, he was stunned and explained, ”no, he's not my boyfriend...”
”No?! It's not your boyfriend. What do you do when you are so nervous? How do you whir when your feet are not ready? ” The doctor looked at Liang Xiaoyu inconceivably, and then with a look of knowing, he went on with a clear affirmation: ”it's not my boyfriend, it's my husband, right! Married so early! ”
Doctor, is it really good for you to gossip like this?! Liang Xiaoyu couldn't help but turn his eyes.
”Not really. He is my leader.” Liang Xiaoyu tilted his head slightly, as if he felt that his words were not convincing. He quickly added: ”it's directly related to my job, so I must take it seriously! It's not my husband, it's not my husband! ”
The doctor choked a smile and looked at Liang Xiaoyu, who was nervous and refused to admit it. He pretended to treat Xin Zezhao's wound seriously. ”Mm-hmm, OK, I know all about it.”