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Chapter 340
Qin Feng woke up.Taking advantage of the moment when she put the quilt back on, he said softly:
"Dong Xiaomei, thank you for taking care of me. Who sent me to the hospital?"

She turned her head sideways, said nothing, and put the changed gauze on a plate to take away.

Although his body is very weak, his consciousness is relatively clear.

Before the operation, he had built up a good physical foundation on weekdays, and still had a little strength, which was enough to last a sentence with Dr. Zhang, the chief surgeon.

"Give less anesthesia."

He knew it, just wanted to see if she would lie.

She was keenly aware that he was probing, trying to collect information about Qilan's identity.

"It's a suburban driver."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask all the doctors, nurses, patients and family members inside and outside the emergency room."

Qin Feng shook his head.

"Do you really think I don't know anything?"

"The boy who sent me here called you Miss Mei, where is he?"

Xiaomei frowned, and said lightly:

"I'm very busy. I don't have time to check whether it's a boy or a girl who brought you here. I have to find someone to find it myself."

He saw that she had no intention of telling the truth, and he didn't want to expose it for a while.

He clearly remembered that it was the boy who was with He Shi'an, who helped him walk a few steps, and then carried him all the way to the street to stop the car.

As for the emergency room, he was in a semi-comatose state and couldn't remember much. He just vaguely remembered that the boy put him on the stretcher on the ground, and then Xiaomei hurried over to stop the bleeding and disinfect his wound. Hands full of red.
Xiaomei turned and went out, and then brought another plate with syringes and medicines on it.

"It's time for you to get an injection, take care of your pants and prepare yourself--"

Xiaomei stared at the potion in the syringe with both eyes, and she was very beautiful with red lips and white teeth.

She apparently slipped in to catch up on sleep after the surgery, and added makeup along the way.

His eyes looked at her face unconsciously, and after such a reminder, he changed to his pants.

In the end, he was injured and had a narrow escape operation, and his vitality was greatly reduced.

He found that his hands were much weaker and less flexible than usual, so he had to pull down his pants clumsily, exposing a piece of skin.

Wipe the alcohol ball on it, and it will feel cool.

Her needle injection technique is amazing, not only accurate, but also pain-free. She pushes out the medicine in a few seconds and pulls out the needle skillfully.

This time, Xiaomei seemed to see his difficulty, and took the initiative to pull the quilt to help him cover the place where the needle was inserted.

Her hands obviously didn't have any direct contact with him, but for some reason, his face suddenly turned red and hot.

"I have something to leave for a while. If you want to eat or drink, you can call my colleague. Don't disturb Doctor Zhang."

But Xiaomei didn't go far, and went back the same way.

This time, she seemed to have been wronged, pushed the door of the ward against the wall, lowered her head and sat down in a chair without saying a word, with her back to him in a daze.

Qin Feng was just about to struggle to sit up, but unexpectedly, he moved too hard and pulled the wound, and immediately shouted:

"pain!"

When Xiaomei heard him cry out for pain, she immediately stood up with an expression of disbelief on her face.

As she walked towards the bed, she rudely reprimanded:

"I am so careful with my injections that I don't even cry for a three-year-old baby. You are too afraid of pain."

He hurriedly explained with an embarrassed smile: "It's not the injection that hurts, it's because I got the wound when I sat up."

Xiaomei looked into his eyes calmly, and said word by word:
"If you need to go to the bathroom, I'll call a male doctor to help you. You must not move around, or you will have to work hard for Doctor Zhang to sew the wound a second time!"

Qin Feng finally couldn't help it anymore: "Can you not mention him, I'm tired of hearing it."

This complaint was terrible, Xiaomei got angry, she lifted the quilt directly, and pressed two fingers on his abdomen--
"what!"

This time it was a scream.

Grinning his teeth in pain, he almost rolled out of bed to the floor.

Another layer of blood gushed out, staining the gauze red.

Her pressing was indeed inappropriate. The man in front of him, who still had the strength to fight her just now, suddenly fell back, and the color of his entire face changed.

Seeing his eyes closed, she hastily reached out and touched his hand with a guilty conscience, it was cold, regretful and anxious at the same time.

In desperation, she ran out in a hurry and rushed into the office to find Zhang Wenxuan.

"Doctor Zhang, the patient woke up and passed out after the operation."

Seeing that Zhang Wenxuan did not return after working overtime all night, Tang Yuexian was naturally worried.

As soon as Xiaomei came out of the ward, she ran into her in the corridor, held Zhang Wenxuan's hand, and the two leaned together, chatting and laughing.

Although there was a comfortable smile on her face, Xiaomei still felt the pressure and retreated back to the ward.

And Qin Feng's original unintentional words hurt her even more unintentionally, so she got hot-headed for a while, and pressed hard on his wound that had just stopped bleeding.

At this time, Tang Yuexian was sitting next to Zhang Wenxuan.

She didn't dare to say anything more, and even the "Brother Zhang" who yelled crisply one by one on weekdays, temporarily became "Doctor Zhang".

Without further ado, Zhang Wenxuan immediately picked up a medicine box and ran out with her.

Yue Xian was still sitting inside, flipping through a book in a drawer, and didn't follow her to make trouble.

When Zhang Wenxuan arrived at the hospital bed, he carefully checked Qin Feng's wound, pulse and heartbeat, and then pulled Xiaomei aside.

"Why are you pressing the wound you just had surgery on?"

Xiaomei wanted to quibble and say "I didn't press it", but she couldn't open her mouth in the end, so she had to shed a few tears.

He sighed and said earnestly:

"I know you can't overturn a boat with one shot. Without him, I would have been tortured to death in prison."

Wenxuan didn't talk much, his tone was calm, and his attitude was as patient as a big brother educating his little sister.

Not only did Xiaomei's tears not decrease, but more.

She nodded, and cooperated with him to change the gauze on the wound - fortunately, the stitches were not torn, and there was no danger of life.

Zhang Wenxuan was thinking about Yuexian, took some medicine for her to feed the patient, explained some precautions, and left.

In the ward, she was left alone facing the person on the bed.

After a sleepless night, half asleep and half awake, she was bound and thrown into a dark forest, yelling that every day should not be answered, and that the earth would not work.

I had never had such a nightmare when I was 16 years old. I trembled and fell backwards with the chair.

A hand suddenly stretched out from under the quilt and held her tightly!

She woke up suddenly, and quickly sat down by herself. At first, the hand was firmly grasped, but at this moment it quickly loosened, and retracted the quilt again.

He tilted his head, his eyes were serious, and there was a cool warning in his tone:
"Forgive you this time, don't make an example next time!"

(End of this chapter)