Play Nice

Chapter 81 081: Jing Zhao was injured, and the leader took care of him all night (two more)
Shang Lingling's good mood lasted until after dinner, because Jing Zhao hadn't come back yet.

He reported to Ms. Lu that she was safe.

【flight delayed】

【Everything is fine, don't miss it】

"It's snowing in the imperial capital, and it's estimated to have to wait until tomorrow." Ms. Lu said to the business leader, "Go back to wash up and rest early."

Jing Qianqian was held in her arms by the business collar collar, her cat food was overwhelmed, her eyelids were drooping and she was drowsy.

The business leader put Jing Qianqian in the cat's nest and said to Ms. Lu, "You also rest early."

After saying good night to each other, the business leaders led them back to the nineteenth floor.She lay on the sofa and didn't want to move, so she just left it empty for more than half an hour before she got up to wash.

It was very windy outside, and the business leader couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning for a long time, he turned on his mobile phone and saw that it was past zero.

She got out of bed, put on a cardigan, grabbed her cigarette and lighter, and went to the balcony.

Upstairs, I don't know whose cat is meowing, and the noise is annoying.She wanted to learn poetry and watch the moon leaning on a railing, so she raised her head and glanced at it, feeling boring.

She smoked hard, exhaling smoke rings skillfully.

When the second one was almost finished, she heard a sound, which came from downstairs, as if something had hit the door.

Not Jingjian, Jingjian went back to school after dinner.

Shang Lingling threw the cigarette butt into the potted plant, rinsed his mouth briefly, and went out with the key.

She ran to the eighteenth floor, and because of footsteps, the voice-activated light in front of the 1803 door turned on.

Her intuition was right, it was Jinghui who came.He sat on the ground, leaning against the door, lifeless.

"Jing Zhao."

His eyes were closed and he didn't respond when called.

The business leader didn't dare to touch him casually, so he squatted down, got close and called him: "Jing Zhao"

She smelled disinfectant and medicine, as well as blood.

She wanted to call an ambulance, but she couldn't follow her hand, and she couldn't hold her mobile phone firmly, and she stumbled over the three numbers.

She was very flustered and kept calling Jing Zhao's name.

It took a long time for Jing Zhao to open his eyes, his breathing was very light, his voice was so low that there was no echo in the empty corridor.

"No need to go to the hospital."

Shang Lingling knew that he was a man who would swallow blood if he broke his teeth. His bones were so hard that he would not fall down if he did not hold it to the limit.

"No, go." Shang Lingling held the phone steady, deleted the wrong number, and pressed it again.

Jing Zhao grabbed her sleeve.

"Don't go to the hospital." His forehead was sweaty, and his face was pale because of blood loss, "Didn't you study medicine?"

Shang Lingling told him that she studied clinical medicine in university.

"But I'm not a doctor." She would shake her hands even when calling an ambulance, how could she help him deal with it.

Jing Zhao said it lightly, obviously he was weak: "It doesn't matter, it won't kill me."

Still thinking about joking, Shang Lingling's eyes turned red, but he still listened to him and didn't call an ambulance.

He held the door and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't exert any strength on his stomach, and he didn't care whether there was any difference between men and women, so he stretched out his hand towards the business leader.

"Help me."

Shang Lingling adjusted her breathing and calmed herself down. She came closer, held Jing Zhao's hand, squatted down a little, wrapped one hand around his waist, and asked him to put the weight on her, and then slowly stand up.

Jing Zhao opened the door with the key.

The room was too far away, and Shang Lingling helped him to lie down on the sofa.His hands were cold, but his body was hot. She squatted down and lifted his clothes.

Jing Zhao refused and grabbed her hand through her clothes: "Don't look at it, just feed me some antipyretics."

He has a fever caused by trauma.

Shang Lingling had already seen the blood on the hem of the clothes: "Let me see your wound."

He doesn't let go.

Shang Lingling rarely has such a straight face: "If you don't let go, I will call Ms. Lu."

If Ms. Lu found out, she would wipe her tears again.

He let go of his hand and took off his clothes with the collar of the businessman.His wound was in the abdomen, which had been treated, but the wound was a bit open and the gauze was soaked with blood.

"I'm going to get the medicine kit."

Shang Lingling held back his words, covered him with a blanket, got up and went out.

When she took the medicine box and came down, Jing Zhao was lying there and there was no movement, sweat on his temples and neck.

"Jing Zhao."

"Jing Zhao."

Shang Lingling squatted down and pushed him.

He opened his eyes and responded, "Yeah."

The business leader sat on the carpet, opened the medicine box, stretched out two fingers, and shook it in front of Jing Zhao: "What time is this?"

He didn't answer.

She brought her face closer again: "Who am I?"

He has no strength: "Shang Ling Ling."

There is also consciousness, not burning stupid.

Although Shang Lingling was not a doctor, he was born in clinical medicine after all, and had the habit of keeping a medicine cabinet at home.

Without medical gloves, she disinfected her hands first: "Have you used antibiotics?"

"Ah."

She wiped the disinfectant off her hands, rubbed her palms, and when her hands were warm, she helped Jing Zhao remove the gauze: "How long have you been burning?"

"It's been a long time."

She lowered her head and was very focused, but because of her anxiety, her fingers were shaking a little bit uncomfortably: "Are you dying?"

He pressed the hem of the clothes that was lifted up with one hand and rested on the other hand: "Yes."

The sofa is a bit small, and he can't lie down on him. He must be really out of strength. He lay down cooperatively and didn't move at all.

Shang Lingtie put the bloody gauze in a bag and threw it into the trash can, but fortunately the blood did not flow again.She held a cotton ball with tweezers, first treated the residual blood around the wound, and then re-anti-inflamed.

He also had a scar on his abdomen, about the length of a finger, and also near his chest, half hidden by his clothes.

Shang Lingling turned his gaze back to his wound, which was a knife wound, two fingers long, with many stitches.

She wants to overturn her previous plan, and when she and Jing Zhao are together in the future, she will try her best to stumble on his feet, prevent him from going out, and prevent him from getting hurt.

She dipped the medicine on a cotton swab: "Jing Zhao, turn your head and don't look."

She is not that strong mentally, and her hands are shaking.

Jing Zhao closed his eyes cooperatively, unable to see her movements, and his sense of touch seemed to be sharper.

She changed the cotton ball again, which was softer than the cotton swab, and rubbed it and blew it gently. The whole process was very slow, but even so, the wound was still very painful.

The ends of her hair fell on him as she leaned over.

"How did you get hurt?" Her nose was blocked and her voice was muffled.

Jing Zhao didn't open his eyes: "It was discovered in the processing factory in Holland, and photos are not allowed there."

Shang Lingling didn't ask any more, put down the cotton ball and tweezers, cut a piece of medical gauze, covered his wound, and glued it with tape.

There is a tattoo on the inside of his left waist, half the size of a palm, and the tattoo is of a cage locked by iron chains. This pattern was drawn by her own hands, and it was her branding on him.

She put his clothes down and pulled the blanket over his neck.

She got up to pour water, warmed it, put it on the table, and poured the antipyretic into the bottle cap.

"Open your mouth."

Jing Zhao opened her eyes and saw that the corners of her eyes had turned red.

"Took the antipyretic."

He took the medicine and water and drank it together: "Go back, it's very late."

Shang Lingling sat on the carpet. After packing up the medicine box, he moved forward and put his elbows on the sofa: "Should I stay here or let your mother come over? You choose one."

Jing Zhao put down the cup and stopped talking.

Shang Lingling touched his forehead with the back of his hand, very hot: "If the fever doesn't subside within two hours, I'll call an ambulance."

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　　sorry I'm late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)