The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

to the hospital.

Shen Qingchuan and Fu Chenliang were the last to get off.Shen Qingchuan didn't dare to look at Fu Chenliang at all, coughed a few times, then strode after him and walked to the side of Leng Qiudu.

Shen Qingchuan supported Leng Qiudu's arm, supported half of his body, his eyes were bent like crescent moons, and he was careful not to touch his wound, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Leng Qiudu shook his head, and said to Shen Qingchuan who looked worried, "It doesn't hurt."

The two walked slowly into the doctor's department. The doctor was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, who looked very experienced. He saw that two young men with bruised noses and swollen faces helped him in, and asked Leng Qiudu to sit on the hospital bed. He opened his trousers and frowned. He said, "Hey, young man, you can really bear it. Why didn't you bandage the wound before it came. After bleeding so much, it can be healed."

Shen Qingchuan followed the doctor's words and looked at Leng Qiudu's legs. The ankle was black and purple and swollen. It should be caused by Sun Demao kicking too hard and sprained it. However, what's even more frightening is that, There was another ten-centimeter scratch on the calf, and blood trickled down.

Leng Qiudu was wearing a pair of deep black trousers, and as the sky was getting dark, Shen Qingchuan hadn't noticed that he was injured so badly before.

The doctor looked at the cut marks on the wound, and after asking, he realized that it was scratched by a rusty iron sheet. "The wound is a bit deep. It is best to inject a penicillin, but..."

"Just what? Is there no medicine?" Shen Qingchuan asked.

"Yes, there is, but the medicine is more expensive. A box of penicillin costs a small yellow croaker."

There are dozens of boxes in their hospital, which are still imported from foreign countries. This golden western medicine is specially for infected wounds and diseases.This medicine basically has a price but no market. In addition to the tense situation in recent years, this medicine has become more and more scarce. Only the director of their hospital has a close relationship with the diplomats of the embassy of country f, so he bought a box .

"Money is not a problem, just prescribe it to the doctor." Shen Qingchuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there was still medicine.

You must know that in this era, the level of medical care is not well developed. In case of infection with germs, most people cannot be rescued.

"Forget it, I'll go back and get some soapy water to wash." Leng Qiudu struggled to get up when he heard the price.

"Lie down well. If you feel sorry for the medical expenses, sell yourself to me when you recover. I'm still waiting for you to make up for me. I need a tutor." Shen Qingchuan pressed Leng Qiudu's shoulders with both hands , let him lie down well, "It just so happens that I still need an oil painting model. I can kill two birds with one stone, and earn two for one sum."

Leng Qiudu felt that the hand on his shoulder was as heavy as lead. It troubled Shen Qingchuan again, and it was the same as last time. It had nothing to do with Shen Qingchuan, but he got involved and was injured.

Shen Qingchuan patted Leng Qiudu's hand, holding the doctor's bill, and was about to walk towards the payment office. He touched his pocket and found that there were only a few silver dollars left in his pocket, and the necklace was also missing. I don't know where it went.

On the corridor, leaning against the wall, Fu Chenliang polished a match and lit a cigarette. The red-hot shredded tobacco flickered in the white smoke, and the faint smell of herbs spread out. His eyes with black shattered hair were shining like stars. Looking at Shen Qingchuan, the muscles in his arms were smooth, like a leopard ready to go.

"Master Fu, why are you still here?" Shen Qingchuan thought that after Fu Chenliang sent them to the hospital, he personally sent Zhuang Xiaoxiao home.

Fu Chenliang took a deep puff of his cigarette, with a smirk on his face, "Of course I can't bear to part with you! He asked someone to call Zhuang Xiaoxiao and their relatives to pick them up, and they had already gone back.

Shen Qingchuan felt uncomfortable from the smog that spewed out, and waved his hand to disperse the puff of smoke, "Master Fu, don't be joking." Shen Qingchuan only thought it was Fu Chenliang's bad taste, and he had a deep understanding of Fu Chenliang when they met for the first time I especially like to tease him.

Shen Qingchuan wanted to make a phone call and ask his family to send money, but he couldn't think of the phone number for a while. He had been home for so long, but he had never used the phone, and there was no one to contact, so he didn't remember the number of Shen's house.

After hesitating for a while, he returned to his steps and walked up to Fu Chenliang, "Master Fu, can you lend me some money, I will pay you back in a few days."

"How much?"

"One thousand silver dollars." Shen Qingchuan stretched out a finger.

Fu Chenliang stubbed out the cigarette butt on the stone steps of the balcony, took out a check from his pocket, and signed it, "You don't need to return it to me in a hurry, what I want is something else."

Stuffing the check into Shen Qingchuan's hand, his thumb inadvertently rubbed against the fine flesh on the inside of his wrist.

Holding the check, Shen Qingchuan didn't understand what other things Fu Chenliang said, but he didn't take it to heart, he brought back a lot of treasures from abroad, if Fu Chenliang saw something, he would give it to him, to influence his own I also have a lot of money privately, but I still pay it.

After paying the medical expenses, Shen Qingchuan took the payment slip and went to the western pharmacy to get the medicine and came back. When passing by the aisle, he heard Fu Chenliang talking with his subordinates from a distance, saying that some goods were robbed at the pier , asking him to rush over.

Fu Chenliang originally wanted to send Shen Qingchuan back, but Shen Qingchuan refused when he saw that he still had something to do, and watched Fu Chenliang go away.

Shen Qingchuan came to Leng Qiudu's ward with the medicine in his hands. The doctor finished giving Leng the medicine, and ordered a few words, don't touch the water for a few days, eat light food, and replenish the body after the wound is healed.

Seeing that Leng Qiudu's wound had been bandaged and he was lying on the hospital bed, he didn't have the usual indifference of rejecting others, his face was pale and filled with a sense of weakness, like a sickly beauty.

"Qiu Du, you can rest here with peace of mind, I'll help you ask for leave from the school." Shen Qingchuan comforted him a few words, afraid that Leng Qiudu would feel burdened.

Shen Qingchuan was about to leave, but Leng Qiudu suddenly grabbed his right hand, "Don't go."

With a "hiss", hearing Shen Qingchuan screaming in pain, Leng Qiudu quickly let go, turned over the palm of his hand and saw that Shen Qingchuan was scratched by the gravel on the road when he fell, and there were a few scratches on the palm of his hand.

"It's okay, just a little injury." Shen Qingchuan withdrew his hand, but couldn't move it no matter what.

Leng Qiudu shackled his hands, pulled Shen Qingchuan to sit beside his bed, the doctor treated his wounds, and left some medicine on the wooden table beside the bed.

Leng Qiudu carefully used pliers to clean up the wound on Shen Qingchuan's palm. He clearly had a big cut on his leg, and he didn't even groan. When he saw that Shen Qingchuan was injured, he frowned, as if he was doing something. Difficulties and miscellaneous problems.

Leng Qiudu was born handsome and gentle, and when he was not smiling, he felt a sense of alienation. At this time, his brows seemed to be covered with frost, and the cold air was overwhelming, directly turning into Leng Dongdu.

The dim light illuminated the outline of his side face, and his skin was covered with a jade-like texture. He lowered his eyes and concentrated on treating Shen Qingchuan's wound. , for fear of hurting Shen Qingchuan.

This cautious look made Shen Qingchuan amused, "Qiu Du, I'm not a girl, so you don't have to be so careful. If you're like this, others will suspect that it's me, not you, who should be lying on the hospital bed."

Leng Qiudu bandaged Shen Qingchuan's hands, and gave the young man who looked like Haitang a look, "I won't hurt you again in the future."

Shen Qingchuan didn't take it to heart, you are still lying on the hospital bed and let me take care of you, that's what you thought in your heart, when you raised your eyes and met Leng Qiudu's serious eyes, after all, you are embarrassed to pour cold water, you should be smiling.

Let Leng Qiudu rest at ease, Shen Qingchuan glanced at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock at night, and it was time to go back.

He hired a rickshaw in front of the hospital. Seeing that there was no one on the street, Lao Zhang was about to pull the rickshaw home.

"Sir, don't worry. I'm fast." Lao Zhang pulled the car and ran on the street, muttering that he finally got the last order, but God didn't reward him, and it started to rain, and the big summer rain beat Oilcloth hood on a rickshaw.

"It's okay, you slow down..." Running, before Shen Qingchuan finished speaking, the rickshaw suddenly bumped.

"Hey, who doesn't have long eyes and sleeps in the middle of the road?" It was dark and rainy and the road was slippery. Lao Zhang didn't see a person lying on the road clearly. A single.

Shen Qingchuan heard that he had hit someone, so he hurriedly got out of the car to take a look, and saw a girl in a thin pink dress with long sleeves lying on the ground, her hair was long, and it was raining, so she couldn't really see her face, if anyone would normally think it was a female ghost who ran out of nowhere .