Xueba, wake up

Confused, he left the school gate and got into the car. He Zhonghe looked at his own blood, and Yan Sheng's words "Show your bones." echoed in his mind.

He still doesn't know how "exposed" he is, what his jaw looks like now, he only knows that the doorman gasped frantically after seeing it just now, and manually pushed the folding door open for them.

"...Cold." He Zhonghe shivered a little, not knowing why it was so cold.

Yan Sheng also felt cold all over his body at the moment. He was in a hurry to leave just now. He didn't wear a school uniform, but a sweater inside. He held He Zhonghe's hand tightly: "Do you have a headache?"

"It hurts." He Zhonghe didn't open his mouth, his jaw hurt even more when he opened his mouth, and he squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

Yan Sheng pursed his lips, his hands trembled slightly, and his expression was ugly.

"It's okay." He Zhonghe himself was also in a daze, so he comforted Yansheng instead.

After entering the hospital, the two went straight to the emergency room. Yansheng asked him to wait on the chair, put his hands on his chin but kept away from the wound, and ran to get a medical card.

Sitting in the lobby where people come and go, I feel hopeless now.

It's barebones.

He shivered solidly.

Looking back at Yansheng who was still queuing at the processing window, he staggered to the consultation desk, gritted his teeth and said inarticulately: "Hello, I dropped my jaw, which department should I go to?"

After speaking, he withdrew his hand covering his chin and raised his head.

The two girls at the consultation desk frowned and looked at it carefully: "The second floor is for the Department of Stomatology."

He Zhonghe was a little dazed, why did he drop his jaw and still go to the Department of Stomatology: "Shouldn't it be surgery or something? Look again, it's a broken jaw."

"That's right, it's the stomatology department," one of the nurses said. "Actually, it should be in the cosmetic department, but there is no one here. It takes at least an hour for you to go to the nearest hospital that has this department."

"Oh..." He Zhonghe was in a daze, and just about to turn around and go back to the chair, he asked again, "My injury...what is it?"

"It's okay." The man didn't say anything, and comforted him directly, "It's nothing serious, remember to go to the tetanus department after hanging up the dental department."

Going back to the chair, Yan Sheng just ran out from the office.

"Stomatology on the second floor." He Zhonghe said between his teeth.

"Are you sure?" Yan Sheng was in a hurry, and he didn't believe it.

There are more than a dozen people lined up at the waiting area of ​​the Department of Stomatology, and according to the situation, the line cannot be reached until dark.

Yan Sheng glanced at it, and led him directly to the consultation table. Before he could speak, the nurse pointed to the door next to him: "Go in quickly."

She glanced at the computer: "No. [-] Liu Tuan, the most west end, hurry over."

The consultation room was completely white, under the racks of instruments, there were patients with mouths wide open and doctors frowning, and there was a pungent smell unique to hospitals in the air.

Sensing He Zhonghe's nervousness, Yan Sheng put his arm around his shoulder.

"Doctor Liu." Yan Sheng walked to No. [-], nodded to the doctor, and led He Zhonghe forward.

"How did this happen?" The doctor named Liu Tuan was fair and thin, and he seemed to be in his early thirties. He put on a mask and looked at the computer screen, only to find that there was an emergency doctor, "He Zhonghe, right?" .”

"Yes." Yan Sheng said, "I fell down and hit my chin on the ground, it was very heavy."

"It's quite heavy." Dr. Liu took a deep breath, looked at He Zhonghe, "Can you still move your jaw?"

He Zhonghe opened his mouth: "Yes."

"Do you have a headache? Are you dizzy?"

"I was dizzy just now, but now it hurts." He Zhonghe touched the base of his ear, "Doctor, I also hurt here."

"Okay." Dr. Liu quickly entered the etiology and condition, tore a piece of paper and a slip from the printer next to him, and handed it to Yan Sheng: "Go get him the medicine, follow this slip, and then you two are here Sign it."

Yan Sheng took the paper: "I also have to sign?"

"It's the same requirement now, just sign if you have nothing to do. It doesn't matter if his injury is serious, so don't be nervous." Dr. Liu pointed to the signature column, "Student, right? Just tick other for the relationship with the doctor."

Yan Sheng didn't stop for a second. After signing, he picked up the form and ran out of the consultation room quickly.

He Zhonghe lay down on the operating table, and the table slowly rose a bit.

The light above his head was very dazzling, and there were doctors and nurses walking around, and a few passed by to look at him.

An uncle with a foreign accent came to the clinic next door. His Mandarin was very bad. The doctor couldn't understand him, so he was anxious and almost quarreled.

He Zhonghe's hands were cold, and he was really nervous right now when he heard Dr. Liu jingling and rattling surgical tools and other disturbing sounds, especially since Yansheng was not by his side.

"You're from Huitan No. [-] Middle School?" Dr. Liu chatted with him while wearing gloves, "How tall are you?"

"Senior year." He Zhonghe lay down.

"Oh, the college entrance examination is coming soon. Don't be nervous, this injury will be healed in half a month, anyway, we don't use our chin to write." Dr. Liu said, "Speaking of which, I am your senior, and I also graduated from Huitan. Who is the class teacher? ?”

"Zheng Maogang." He Zhonghe said.

"Yo?!" Dr. Liu was very surprised, "Then I am your senior brother."

Once the unfamiliar and cold hospital was connected with the things he was familiar with, He Zhonghe relaxed a little: "What a coincidence."

"Teacher Maogang is over 50 now, he will be so angry that he will blush when you go back." Dr. Liu clicked twice, "Did you fall while playing?"

"Ah."

"That's even worse." Dr. Liu sat down, pulled his chin, adjusted the operation position, and felt that He Zhonghe was stretched on the operating table, "Nervous?"

"A little bit." He Zhonghe asked, "Is it not allowed to sew?"

"Sure." Dr. Liu smiled, "Two layers need to be sewn."

He Zhonghe closed his eyes.

"Wait for your classmate to come back, it's better if someone is with you." Dr. Liu asked, "Seeing that he is more nervous than you, did he fall for you?"

"No." He Zhonghe said miserable, but still couldn't hold back a little smile.

While chatting, Yan Sheng came back panting and handed a few packages to Dr. Liu.

Doctor Liu deftly removed the hydrogen peroxide and poured it on He Zhonghe's chin.

He Zhonghe closed his eyes tightly. Fortunately, it didn't hurt, but it was cold and bubbling. It was too scary.

Dip the gauze in clean hydrogen peroxide, and the disinfection is not over yet.His wound fell to the ground, thanks to the fact that it is not a sandy ground, it is easier to clean up, and a few bottles of potion can be poured down in turn.

Yan Sheng stood beside him, frowning and watching.

"You can just go out." Doctor Liu glanced at him, "Treating wounds is quite scary."

"It's okay." Yan Sheng pulled a plastic stool from the side, sat next to He Zhonghe, watched the bottles of medicine poured down, and when the wound gradually emerged from the blood, his heart ached.

Regardless of whether there was anyone beside him, he grabbed He Zhonghe's hand and held it firmly.

"Your hands are colder than mine." He Zhonghe suddenly wanted to laugh, the kind who was nervous to a certain extent and wanted to laugh, his upper and lower teeth trembling, "Don't look at it later."

"Are you dizzy?" Dr. Liu was very talkative, and he was also trying to relieve the tension of the two seniors, "This is a difficult brother."

He Zhonghe used to fight with punks a lot before, but after all, he was just a high school student of punks, he didn't strike hard, and with Du Lanzhen watching over him, he had never been to the point where he was given anesthesia and stitches.

So Dr. Liu might feel a little pain after he finished speaking, and the moment the anesthetic came off, He Zhonghe uttered a sound of pain.

Yan Sheng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he held his hand hard.

A total of four injections of anesthesia were used, and the injections directly brought tears to his eyes.

"Fuck..." He Zhonghe felt that he was going to collapse.

The anesthetic came on strong, Dr. Liu squeezed a ball of sterile cotton, pressed on his wound and began to rub it vigorously, the kind that digs into the wound, otherwise it won't be clean.

The hand strength is very strong, and the scene is very scary.

After cleaning up, the doctor took a mirror and held it up to He Zhonghe: "Let's have a look."

Finally able to see the true face of the wound, He Zhonghe was a little courageous to face it.

Glancing at it, I almost fainted.

The freshly cleaned wound had no trace of blood, and a little bone was exposed in the pink-yellow flesh.

It's hard to imagine that I have the injury in the mirror. He Zhonghe's legs are weak now.

"The wound is as deep as the bone," Dr. Liu saw that his face was pale, and he took away the mirror. "Sew two layers of stitches. After ten days, the stitches will be removed, and the inner layer will slowly dissolve."

He glanced at the junior brother next to him, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his brows were tightly frowned.

I didn't feel much when I got the stitches, I could only try to put something on my chin and feel the thread being pulled tight.

Yan Sheng kept staring at him without moving his eyes, and now He Zhonghe was a little worried about him: "You go out?"

Yan Sheng shook his head and rubbed the back of his hands.

The debridement and two-layer suture lasted a total of one hour. He Zhonghe almost fell to the ground when he got off the operating table.

In the mirror, the horrific wound was finally closed. The wound was not long, only three centimeters, covered with a layer of brown iodophor.

"Okay," Doctor Liu breathed out, took off his mask and gloves, and sat back in front of the computer to write the medical records, "Don't eat hair, avoid spicy food, avoid fresh food, don't open and close your jaw hard, change the sterile patch every day, and eliminate it." Poison twice."

When he came out of the consulting room, He Zhonghe was limp.

Yansheng went to the bathroom and retched for a while, it was a miracle that he didn't pass out for such a long time.

The two of them sat on the chairs to calm down, neither said a word, the main reason was that this incident happened too suddenly and intensely, and they were so nervous that they hadn't reacted yet.

He Zhonghe's cell phone was left in the classroom, Yan Sheng took out his cell phone, and didn't look at it just now, Shi Yujie had more than 20 messages, Lao Zheng had three plus one missed call.

Going back to them and being treated in the hospital, he put the phone back in his pocket and let out a long breath.

"Go back?" He Zhonghe asked weakly.

I was injured in the afternoon, and it was getting dark by now.

Yan Sheng didn't speak, and sat silent for a while, then turned his head: "Does your head still hurt?"

"...It hurts." He Zhonghe turned his head slightly, but it wasn't just his head, his left shoulder also hurt.The left shoulder was on the ground with the chin just now, but the chin bears more weight, and it was only now that I tried it that my shoulder hurt.

He tugged at his clothes: "Look at my shoulders."

A piece of cyanosis, surrounding subcutaneous hemorrhage, yellowing.

Fortunately, there is no fracture or ligament injury, and I can still move.

"Destroy it." He Zhonghe uttered an inarticulate sentence from between his teeth.

However, Yan Sheng seemed to be more concerned about his headache all the time: "Which part of the head hurts?"

"The back of the head..." He Zhonghe moved his neck a bit and let out a "hiss", "It's a little swollen."

Then he found that Yan Sheng was even more nervous, he stood up and said, "Go get a CT scan."

"Ah?" He Zhonghe looked at him, "No need, wouldn't a concussion make you dizzy?"

Yan Sheng didn't say anything, and went directly to register.

What he was worried about was not a concussion. A mild concussion was nothing serious, and he would feel dizzy and vomit. He Zhonghe didn't have this symptom.

He just hit his chin on the ground, that is, his head on the ground. The force of the file was so strong that the flat ground knocked bones out of his chin.

He had a headache all the time, what Yan Sheng was afraid of was his intracranial hemorrhage.