The host is irritable every day

Chapter 107 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (49)

The wound on the hand must be inflamed.

Panicked like never before, Tang Junchen hugged Qi Wan by the waist, almost flying, and rushed towards the bedroom.

Putting Qi Wanping on the bed, Tang Junchen hurried to the living room again. Obviously the first drawer under the TV was the first aid kit, but he flipped through a row of drawers carelessly.

Going to the bedroom again, his feet were so anxious and flustered that he accidentally knocked over the suitcase standing at the corner, and fell to the ground with a "bang bang" sound.

Seeing the girl's pale lips, Tang Junchen couldn't calm down, his fingers trembled as he lifted the towel wrapped around her hands, his heart felt like a knife was twisted.

His thin lips trembled a little, and the calmness on his face disintegrated every second. The injury was on her body, but it hurt in his heart.

Qi Wan's injured hand was placed on the bed, only a little bit of fair skin was exposed on the whole hand, like a painting, blood stained most of the bed sheet red.

Slowing down the doctor's usual composure, Tang Junchen carefully inspected her wound. Fortunately, the wound was not too deep, nor did it hurt the artery, and the most important thing was that it was not inflamed.

It seems that the fever is not caused by this.

Tang Junchen mentioned that the tension in his heart was finally relieved for a moment, took a deep breath, and opened the first-aid kit.

First use the method of pressing to stop the bleeding to coagulate the blood, then lighten it in time, and carefully disinfect it to avoid infection. Finally, use sterile gauze to wrap it to stop the bleeding.

During the whole process, Tang Junchen was extremely focused, the sweat constantly secreting from his forehead slipped down the edges and corners, nervous and restless.

Even though he is an excellent surgeon in the eyes of outsiders, even though he is calm and calm in front of the operating table, no matter how many difficulties he faces, but only facing Qi Wan and the person he has liked for so many years, he can't even connect with an ordinary person. The bandages were all done with horror.

Scared, panicked.

I'm afraid that one of his mistakes will make Qi Wan feel uncomfortable.

The back of his hand wiped the cold sweat that kept coming out of his forehead. Tang Junchen, who had finished the hemostatic bandage, had his feet weak from being too tense. He stood up slowly, put one hand on Qi Wan's side, and leaned over to probe again, his face turned pale. The forehead temperature of the person.

Check the temperature with bare hands, the temperature is low fever, about 38 ℃, which is considered a low fever.

Tang Junchen adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom, went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water, dug out a new towel from his closet, dipped it in the warm water, picked it up and wrung it dry, while brushing away the hair sticking to the girl's face, Wipe her cheeks with a warm washcloth.

Slowly, the neck, arms, waist and abdomen...

Not going any further, he found a thin quilt and gently covered the girl.

It's only been a long time, and he hasn't seen her for a long time, and she gets hurt.

Suddenly falling into self-blame, Tang Junchen's hand placed by his side clenched into a fist, lowered his head, his eyes covered under his eyelids were extremely cold.

Suddenly, he bit the corner of his lip fiercely, and blood stains overflowed immediately, as if he had bitten himself, and it would make him feel better to see the wound.

Turning his head away, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, took a deep breath oppressively, and began to clean up the mess scattered around his feet when he was bandaging.

In order to prevent Qi Wan from being too active and causing the coagulated blood to continue gushing out, Tang Junchen covered a small piece of bed sheet with a few layers of towels, and hurriedly adjusted an antipyretic.

After Qi Wan tried his best to drink the medicine, he turned off the lights, and quietly closed the bedroom curtains to cover the moonlight that was not bright or dark tonight.

He took a chair and sat beside Qi Wan's bed. Tang Junchen's cold eyes melted into the darkness, and there was a cold and lonely light.

His hair is still not dry, and when he lowers his head, the hair in the front row will rustle and cover his eyebrows.

It was probably because the surroundings were pitch black, and the people lying on the bed were also sleeping peacefully. Tang Junchen gradually subsided from the uncontrollable heart palpitations, and the eyebrows and eyes looking at the girl also returned to their usual calmness and gentleness.

As long as she is by his side, he is at ease.

This scene seems to have happened not long ago.

It's just that the girl guarded him when he was sick, and in the end she lay on the bedside and slept more soundly than him.

[Second task completion: 55%]

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The next day.

Qi Wan opened his eyes in a daze.

The curtains of the room were not open, but she subconsciously pressed the back of her hand to her eyebrows to cover the glimmer of light during the day.

Probably really confused, she stared fixedly at the ceiling, and it took a while to realize that this is Tang Junchen's home.

[Host, you are really "if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later"...]

Early in the morning, before he fully recovered his consciousness, he heard sarcastic remarks from the system CC.

Qi Wan rolled her eyes at it and told it to "scroll".

Forgetting that her left hand was still injured, she was about to turn her hands on the bed and stand up, when the pain, which seemed to be piercing her heart, was suddenly magnified, and her toes hidden in the thin quilt couldn't help curling up, taking a breath .

Following the pain, he looked at his left hand, which was wide open and wrapped in gauze, leaving only the fingertips exposed in the air.

She flexed her fingertips, don't say, maybe the nerves are involved here too, it hurts a lot.

It seems that holding a knife with bare hands is cool for a while, but the pain is infinite afterwards...

The left arm also suffered inexplicable numbness, Qi Wan wanted to check the time, so she stretched out her right hand, touched the left trouser pocket, and took out her mobile phone.

The current time is nine o'clock in the morning, and the school leader seems to have said yesterday that there will be a class teacher meeting at eight fifty this morning...

Qi Wan rubbed her forehead, and it seemed that it was not burning. Fortunately, she turned over and wanted to get out of bed, but the quilt wrapped her feet the moment she left the bed. Her face was startled, and the vision of her face facing the floor gradually enlarged, " With a bang, it fell directly into the mud.

There was a loud sound, and Tang Junchen, who was cooking water with the range hood on in the kitchen, frowned when he heard the sound, and hurriedly put down his work and went to the bedroom.

As soon as the door was opened, what caught the eye was the picture of Qi Wan lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

With one foot still straddling the bed and hooking the quilt, she put her chin on the ground, raised her face, and rubbed her lower back with one hand, looking terribly miserable.

Tang Junchen: "..."

He sighed helplessly, walked a few steps closer and picked him up, while frowning nervously wondering: "What are you doing here?"

Sick and injured, and want to fix some moths.

Qi Wan was sat firmly on the bed by Tang Junchen, her hair at the back was bent forward because of the too much movement when she fell to the ground just now, and a few strands of hair happened to block her vision.

Now she was too embarrassed and didn't want to face Tang Junchen, so luckily she could just block him like this.

It was just a little itchy when she lifted her curly eyelashes, she opened her mouth slightly, and blew a few breaths on those locks of hair.

After blowing for nearly five breaths, Tang Junchen brushed away her hair that was blocking her view, revealing her bright eyes.

The back of his hand touched her forehead to check the temperature, and it stopped burning.

Unobtrusively calm, Tang Junchen breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are new towels and toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink, you go and clean them up first."

Qi Wan blinked, "...Oh, good."

She has a good physique without fever or illness for nearly three years, but this fever has made her confused, and her reactions have begun to be sluggish.

(End of this chapter)