The host is irritable every day

Chapter 109 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (51)

Tang Junchen was obviously stunned for a moment. He opened his eyelids and looked at her, "I'm asking for leave. I'll take care of you."

"…Oh."

With Qi Wan's words, the two of them suddenly looked at each other and fell silent, and the situation became awkward for a while.

Qi Wan moved his chopsticks, and just about to speak, Tang Junchen calmed down and asked first, "How did you get hurt last night?"

As soon as I asked, I asked such an embarrassing topic.

Qi Wan scratched her cheek with the tip of her index finger, and lowered her head guiltily, "I... I helped someone block the knife."

Tang Junchen raised his eyes with cold eyes.

His scalp tingled from being stared at, Qi Wan couldn't help swallowing, but he still did all the tricks.

"Last night... I, actually, a few students in our class jumped over the wall and skipped class. They were bullied by some big brothers in the society outside. They asked for 1 yuan. This is not a small amount, and no matter how hard they usually feel They are also my students...

So I, I stepped forward to help, provoked the other party's leader, and fought back, they lost to me, and then..."

Qi Wan suddenly stopped talking.

Because there was a stern coldness in Tang Junchen's eyes, and the look in her eyes was even colder than the ten thousand years of ice.

She dared to say that this was definitely the only scary expression she had shown in all these years.

"No..." Qi Wan bit the corner of her lips, obviously she was injured, but she wanted to comfort this cold man instead.

"After all, they are my students, and they are young. I got hurt because of them this time. They will definitely change their minds and start a new life..."

"When did you learn to 'sacrifice yourself for others'?" Tang Junchen interrupted her with a calm face.

He moved his Adam's apple slightly, closed his eyelids again, and his eyes gradually sank, "Don't hurt yourself in whatever you do in the future."

The last sentence came in a very low voice, Qi Wan didn't realize it, "Huh?"

Tang Junchen thought she didn't hear clearly, so he swallowed the angry words he subconsciously blurted out, "Do you still want some noodles?"

Qi Wan shook his head and pushed the bowl of noodles to the middle of the table, "I won't eat it, it's tasteless."

Tang Junchen glanced at her, picked up the bowl of noodles helplessly, and walked to the kitchen trash can to empty it.

While washing the dishes slowly in front of the sink, the occupationally ill person nagged a few more words, "You are just sick, and you are also injured. If you don't want to get pus, just eat something lighter. If you don't eat this meal, I will cook it for the next meal." Meals with just salt and a few drops of oil.”

Hearing this, Qi Wan, who was covered in black lines, rested her chin with one hand, with a tired face, curled her lips in pain.

If I knew it would be like this, I shouldn’t be a hero holding a knife with my bare hands. Now that it’s healed, I can’t eat too strong food until the wound is healed, and my mouth can’t fade away like a bird?
Lifting her left hand, which was unable to move freely, Qi Wan sighed and rummaged through her bag, and took out the T-shirt and jeans Tang Junchen bought for her.

Pushing away the chair and standing up, the man just finished washing the dishes and the spatula, walked up to her, took out two pieces of paper from the paper box on the dining table, wiped the water on his hands, and reminded: "Be careful when you take a bath, don't use water. If you touch the wound, it is easy to get infected."

Qi Wan caressed the folds of the new clothes, raised her head, and smiled gently at the person: "Okay, I see."

Tang Junchen looked slightly startled, "...well, go wash."

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After taking a very difficult bath, there were still some drops of water on the surface of the gauze.

Tang Junchen looked at her aggrieved look, and he couldn't say anything, so he skillfully helped her change the gauze, and because of being cut by a knife, he led her to the hospital to get a wind needle.

After finishing the Pofeng injection, the little nurse Sun Yao followed Tang Junchen's instructions before handing over work, and was in charge of watching Qi Wan.

"Miss Qi, why are you so careless? It hurts when the knife cuts the palm of your hand."

Seeing that the hands were wrapped in gauze, but there was no expression on his face, Sun Yao frowned with his pretty brows.

"Yeah, it does hurt..." Qi Wan raised her left hand, as if admiring the circle of gauze Tang Junchen meticulously bandaged her wound, "I will definitely not drink so much next time."

The surgeons at the First Hospital were all old acquaintances, and they were used to seeing Tang Junchen, but this was the first time they came to the hospital due to a sudden injury.

Everyone asked her how she got hurt, and they didn't believe her even if she said she had to fight with someone, so she tried to excuse herself by drinking.

Her drinking capacity is well known here, and she will be unconscious after three drinks. It is not surprising that she can use the blade as a handle.

After experiencing the terror of Qi Wan after being drunk, Sun Yao couldn't help but sweat for her when he thought of the sharp knife in his hand, "Miss Qi, you really can't drink so much next time, why don't you drink so much wine?" It’s good that the wound didn’t go deep into the flesh and blood, otherwise, not to mention the pain, maybe the hand would be useless.”

Not sure whether he heard it or not, Qi Wan said lightly "Yeah" and smiled gently: "I won't drink anymore."

Reluctant tenderness.

This scene unexpectedly seemed to persuade the scumbag to turn around, but the tone of the person's promise was very perfunctory, because it would still be like this next time.

Sun Yao has a big head.

Is she ignorant? Are all physical education teachers so tough?
Just like Ms. Qi, she is like a wild horse that has run loose, unruly.

...

Because of Qi Wan's injury, Tang Junchen insisted on asking his superiors for the next month's leave in advance.

Qi Wan was injured and couldn't go home, so she reported it to Mother Qi and followed Tang Junchen back home.

For Chinese food and dinner, people cook very light food, steamed meat and vegetables, and at most add a bone broth.

As expected of a doctor, Tang Junchen was used to this kind of diet, watching people wash the dishes in front of the sink in a leisurely manner. In contrast, Qi Wan was lying on the dining table weak and worried.

When will the days of such bland soup come to an end...

With the sound of "Ding Dong" in the trouser pocket, her resentment was broken.

Qi Wan took out her mobile phone and clicked on it. It was an unfamiliar text message.

[——I am Xu Jiazhe, Miss Qi. Are you free later? How about we make a movie appointment? 〕

Qi Wan: "?"

She frowned slowly.

How does this person have her phone number?
Didn't she not exchange numbers with him that day, then...

Something flashed through his mind, and Qi Wan suddenly stood up with a slap on the table. Although Tang Junchen's hand holding the glass bowl was not trembled by her shock, he couldn't help but look at her.

"What's wrong?"

Qi Wan's expression was extremely angry for a second. Now, he immediately curled his lips and said, "...it's okay."

It's just that the corners of the lips are more rigid.

"I'm going to make a call." She squeezed the phone tightly and turned towards the living room.

The faucet of the sink was still flowing with clear water, but Tang Junchen stared at the back of the person leaving, but was confused.

"..."

Leaning against the window of the living room, Qi Wan closed her eyes and suppressed her anger, with her mobile phone next to her ear, she was calling Qi's father.

It took almost half a minute for the other party to answer, as if discussing work, the person was obviously a little impatient, "I'm busy, I'm calling at night, is there something urgent?"

Qi Wan snorted, "So you're not busy..."

This ironic...

He and the vice president were standing in front of a certain tumor pathology report to discuss the surgical plan. When she interrupted him, Qi's father's eyebrows moved.

(End of this chapter)