Tender trapping

Ran Xu was injured on his right hand, which was his hand holding the paintbrush.

The emergency doctor took him under the shadowless lamp and carefully cleaned the wound. As the blood was washed down, the wound became clear under the light.

There were many fine cuts, among which there was a three centimeter long cut on the outer palm.

The female doctor on duty picked up the broken glass with tweezers, and she couldn't help but sigh: "How did you make it like this, does it hurt?"

"...A little bit." Ran Xu's voice was weak, and it seemed that the credibility of this sentence was doubtful.

Zhuo Wenlang stood aside, frowning thoughtfully.

No one spoke in the consulting room, as if the slightest fluctuation in the air would affect the doctor's debridement work.

He didn't feel much pain just now, until various liquid medicines were poured on the wound, and the excruciating pain spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the other hand on his knee couldn't help shaking.

At this moment, a piece of warmth enveloped Ran Xu's left hand. He opened his eyes and saw Zhuo Wenlang squatting in front of him, looking straight at Ran Xu. Only Ran Xu was reflected in his obsidian eyes.

"If it hurts, you can pinch me." Zhuo Wenlang smiled, his windbreaker was already mopping the floor, but he didn't care.

Ran Xu pursed his lips, thinking like fallen leaves swirling in the wind, swaying back and forth.

He always felt that once he held the man's hand at this time, something would be different... His brain was too chaotic to explore what it was, but when he was thinking hard, Zhuo Wenlang had already reached out and touched it. to his cheek.

"Wu Yong will pay the price for his actions tonight." Zhuo Wenlang's voice was very soft, his thumb brushed against Ran Xu's face, and he left immediately.

Ran Xu's tense nerves broke with his touch, he bit his lower lip, but still let out an ambiguous hum from his throat - it hurts, the palm really hurts too much.

He took Zhuo Wenlang's hand back, not only did not strangle him as the man said, but he was careful, for fear of offending the gentleman in front of him.

Zhuo Wenlang's hands were dry and warm, but they seemed different from the pampered hands Ran Xu had imagined, the fingertips seemed to have calluses.

When Ran Xu was immersed in her own world, the doctor at the other end had already treated the wound. She reconfirmed that there was no glass residue left by the shadowless lamp, and then began to bandage Ran Xu's wound.

It didn't hurt much at this point, Ran Xu came back to his senses, quickly took his hand off Zhuo Wenlang's, his cheeks flushed, turned around, and looked at the doctor: "Doctor, when will my hand Can you do well?"

The female doctor who was bandaging was concentrating on the work at hand, as if she hadn't noticed the extraordinary interaction between the two remaining people in the room.

"Ten days later, I came to remove the stitches. The wound on the side was too big, and I needed four stitches. Remember not to get wet these few days, and try not to use this hand."

"Ah?" Ran Xu frowned, his face showing embarrassment, "Then... can I have a pen?"

"Try not to use it." The doctor cut off the gauze, saw Ran Xu like this, thought that he probably didn't follow the doctor's advice, turned his head and told the older man in the room, "If you use this hand frequently, you My brother's wound will open, and the infection will be more difficult to treat than now, and there may be a big scar."

"He's not me..."

"understood."

Before Ran Xu could explain, Zhuo Wenlang had already responded, and he nodded to the doctor: "Please don't worry, our kid is learning to draw, so he is a little nervous when he hurts his hand."

"Oh." Hearing what he said, the doctor blinked his eyes in understanding, turned his head to look at Ran Xu and explained again, "Since you are a painter, this hand is more important to you. Now that you have taken care of it, you can use it later. Draw well."

Having said all that, Ran Xu naturally had nothing to refute.

In fact, everything is easy to talk about, but Lin Yingying's photography exhibition is imminent, and the promotional material has finally been made a first edition, and I am in a hurry to revise it and print it out. I got stuck at this juncture and injured my hand. He really doesn't know what to do.

The way back was very dull, Ran Xu sat in Zhuo Wenlang's car again, like a rabbit curled up into a ball.

Zhuo Wenlang started the car for a long time, but he didn't intend to drive. He looked at Ran Xu in the rearview mirror and asked, "Is there any difficulty?"

It's okay if you don't ask, but once you ask, the emotions that have been stuck in his chest all night are like a flood bursting a bank.

Whether it was about the grievances he suffered from Wu Yong, or about his unclear thoughts about Zhuo Wenlang... all kinds of emotions were mixed together, making it impossible to think.

Ran Xu broke the jar and poured out all the mess.

"...I really want to help senior sister Lin make this issue of promotional materials. This is the graduation exhibition of her class. It is really important...In fact, I also know that sooner or later, bad things will happen when I work in such a place, but , why am I so unlucky to injure my hand at such a juncture."

When these words came out of Ran Xu's mouth, he himself was surprised.

He seldom told others about himself, for he was afraid that others would take pleasure in his troubles as they would treat his limping leg.

But maybe he believed that Zhuo Wenlang would not do this, even though they hadn't been together for long, Ran Xu's trust in that person was so high that he didn't even realize it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuo." Ran Xu put an end to his complaints and took a deep breath, "I'm not in a good mood tonight, I've said so much... just pretend you didn't hear it." He lowered his head , his eyes fell on his hands wrapped in white gauze.

Responding to Ran Xu was Zhuo Wenlang's chuckle. He rubbed the top of Ran Xu's hair, as if stroking a rabbit along its fur: "Okay, there is a solution to everything..."

The warm feeling on the top of the head disappeared quickly, as if it was just Ran Xu's illusion.

When he raised his head again, Zhuo Wenlang had already stepped on the accelerator and drove Ran Xu out of the underground garage of the hospital: "It's too late tonight, why don't you go to an apartment near me to make do for the night?"

Ran Xu glanced at his watch, only to be surprised to find that it was already past one in the morning.

This time has already passed the door control of the dormitory. If he goes back now, he will not only be scolded by the dorm manager, but also wake up his roommate... The former is okay, but Ran Xu is really tired of dealing with Sun Cheng and Zhuo Minghui .

"Will this bother you too much?"

"It would be really troublesome if I have to send you back to school." Zhuo Wenlang joked, "Don't worry, the apartment rooms here are enough, and you won't be allowed to sleep with me."

This was a bit too intimate, Ran Xu didn't know what to answer, he was not sure what Zhuo Wenlang was thinking, so he had to say thank you: "Thank you."

He was really grateful to Zhuo Wenlang, although he didn't know the reason, but he did help Ran Xu many times, and he accompanied him to the hospital until the early morning, Ran Xu felt sorry anyway.

Zhuo Wenlang said it was a nearby apartment, and it was really nearby. The car stopped within 10 minutes of driving on the road, and the destination was a mid-to-high-end residential area.

It should be a new building in the past few years, and the walls are very new.

Zhuo Wenlang led Ran Xu into the unit, and chatted with him about the promotional materials he made for Lin Yingying.

"If you don't mind, can you show me your work?" Zhuo Wenlang saw that Ran Xu's hands were inconvenient, so he helped him carry his schoolbag.

The gray cloth bag is matched with the man's formal attire, showing a bit of humor.

Naturally, Ran Xu would not refuse, and was even a little happy: "Yes, of course you can watch it, and I hope you can give me some advice."

Every time this kid talks about his major, his eyes are shining. Zhuo Wenlang looked at him with a smile and nodded: "Let's see it tomorrow. Now, I think you should get a good night's sleep."