Monster Catching Daddy

Chapter 3 Dad Where's Your Wound?
The two played around for a while, and the time reached 05:30 unconsciously.

Xinxin, who was alive and kicking just a moment ago, suddenly lost her strength, scaring Shen Chong out of his wits.

"Dad, Xinxin is hungry."

When the precious daughter took the initiative to tell the reason, Shen Chongcai wanted to beat his head again.

It's fine if the daughter doesn't know the time, but the father himself is also fooling around.

Children do not eat like adults. On the one hand, they need regular time, and on the other hand, children grow up and consume quickly.

She hasn't stopped since she came, she didn't even drink her saliva, and she didn't eat anything. She should have consumed all her lunch by now.

"Xinxin, drink your saliva first, and then watch cartoons on the bed. Dad will cook for you. You can have dinner soon, okay?"

"Dad can cook by himself! Is he a master at cooking? Mom never cooks."

Xinxin was excited again.

Shen Chong smiled proudly, "That's right, Dad is a master at cooking!"

This is his specialty.

Fat people all have one characteristic in common, they are all greedy.

A mediocre fat man relies on others to feed him, and the chef of a mere fly restaurant can satisfy him.

Top fat people are often self-reliant, because they have already tasted and tasted food.

The taste produced by the MSG in the restaurant is like chewing firewood in the mouth of the top fat man, which is not popular.

As a top-notch fat man, Shen Chong's external reason for gaining weight is that he doesn't like to move, and the internal reason is that the dishes he cooks are too delicious and he made him fat.

So when he said that he is a master of cooking, he really wasn't bragging, at least the combined level of ten athletes, Shen Chong, wasn't enough for him to fit between his teeth.

However, the ingredients left by the athlete Shen Chong are quite rich, lean meat, potatoes, celery, lettuce, eggs, all alive.

The ingredients are all fresh, just bought last night.

When the dull-tempered predecessor bought these vegetables, he probably imagined the scene of Xinxin eating the vegetables he made himself more than once, right?
After all, every time before, we met outside for a short time, and it was the first time for Xinxin to live at home.

But now he can no longer feel the happiness that only belongs to his father.

Brother, go at ease.

I am also a person who died once, and I will cherish this life.

At least in terms of cooking skills, I say you are more than eight streets!

If you don't know Xinxin's taste, let's make fried potatoes with shredded pork, stir-fried lettuce tips, and steamed eggs.

But Xinxin said that her mother never seems to cook, which is normal, she is a strong woman.

Although I don't know much about Lin Zhishu's life, he must be a very busy person.

But this is too unfair to children. They are five years old. Have you never eaten dishes made by your mother?

Wouldn't it be that when I grow up, I will lack very important memories?

hiss!
He gasped.

While cutting the potato shreds, his mind was a little distracted. The master Shen Chong made a low-level mistake and cut it on the index finger of his left hand.

Fortunately, he retracted the knife in time, otherwise his fingers would be gone, but he still made a slit one centimeter long and two to three millimeters deep on the fingertips.

Beads of blood then flowed out from the opening, and in the blink of an eye, they became the size of mung beans, and then dripped down along the fingertips.

Shen Chong hurriedly took his hand away, he couldn't get the blood on the potato shreds.

Xinxin, who was watching TV over there, heard the sound of Shen Chong inhaling, stood up from the bed and stretched her neck to look this way, and saw Shen Chongzheng's bleeding fingertips at a glance.

"Ah! Dad, you are hurt!"

The precious girl quickly threw the remote control board on the bed, and ran over barefoot without even thinking about putting on her shoes, more anxious than the wounded himself.

She reached out and wanted to grab Shen Chong's hand.

Shen Chong hurriedly took his hand away, otherwise the blood would be splashed on her beautiful clothes.

"It's all right, it's a small wound, Dad just put a Band-Aid on it and it'll be fine. Be careful with the kitchen knife and your clothes. Xinxin, go and put on your shoes first, so your feet don't get cold."

Shen Chong raised his left hand and went to the bed.

As a retired fighter who maintains high-intensity training, he has a regular collection of sports injury medicines at home.

He opened the bedside table, and the disinfectant, Yunnan Baiyao, gauze and band-aids were neatly placed inside.

Xinxin still didn't wear shoes, Shen Chong was making medicine with one hand, while she sat on the bedside with her hands in her hands and her eyes wide open, feeling extremely nervous.

She kept asking, "Dad, does it hurt? Otherwise, let's go to the hospital. Aunt Jiang said that the doctors in the hospital are the most powerful and can cure any disease."

Shen Chong unscrewed the disinfectant with one hand, and then wiped it with a cotton swab. It was a bit hot and painful, but listening to Xinxin talking, it was flattering.

"It's okay, Dad has suffered injuries many times worse than this one before, so it's fine."

In the end, he got it wrong again.

The baby girl was so distressed that she began to cry, "You have lost a lot of blood, and it is many times more serious. It hurts so much."

The daughter is really made of water!

How big is the amount of your tears, are they endless?

Shen Chong really wanted to seal up his broken mouth with tape. I'm afraid my reverse baby coaxing skills will go to heaven.

He quickly put Baiyao powder on himself, and within 30 seconds after the powder was applied, the bleeding stopped quickly and completely.

Stop bleeding so quickly?
Baiyao is so effective in this world?

There is no magic effect in my memory!

Surprised, he didn't stay idle, "Look, Xinxin, Dad isn't bleeding anymore, just put the Band-Aid on it, and it will be all right in a few days."

Xinxin stared and saw that there was no bleeding, "Really, Dad didn't lie to me, it's amazing!"

Shen Chong smiled, and took out a band-aid from the side, and was about to tear off the rubber with his left ring finger, when Xinxin beside him said excitedly, "Daddy, I'll stick it for you."

Seeing her full of interest, Shen Chong simply gave her the Band-Aid, and taught: "Tear off the rubber on one side first, and then point the non-stick part in the middle to the wound."

"Hey, that's it! Huh? Why did you tear both sides together? Forget it, be careful with your movements, don't get it on. Ah, it's already on it."

Xinxin, who was only five years old, was a little clumsy. Shen Chong's reminder was of no use, so she decisively glued the band-aids together.

But anyway, the bleeding has stopped, Shen Chong is not in a hurry.

She tossed about for another minute before tearing it off again, and slowly sent the band-aid to Shen Chong's fingertips with shaking hands.

As a result, she shook her hand, and the glued part directly stuck to Shen Chong's wound covered with Baiyao powder.

The poor little girl was about to cry again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Chong quickly hid his left hand behind his back, and took out a band-aid again with his right hand, "Xinxin, don't cry, it's okay, Dad doesn't hurt, let's stick it again. But be careful this time."

"Well! I must be careful this time!"

After Xinxin tore apart one side again, Shen Chong then tore off the worn-out Band-Aid stuck to the wound behind him.

The strange thing is that he thought that such a toss would be very painful, and even the wound would bleed again, but he didn't feel it at all.

When he took out his left index finger again, he and Xinxin who was excitedly holding up the Band-Aid were both stunned.

"Dad, where's your wound? Is this the finger you hurt just now?"

Shen Chong was still in a daze, but Xinxin asked first.

Shen Chong narrowed his eyes severely, put his left index finger in front of his eyes for a close look, and even rubbed off the small pinch of Baiyao powder that was still stuck on it with his right hand.

Hell.

The index finger of the left hand was intact, there was no wound at all, and there was no trace of scab!

If it weren't for some wet blood under the nails, he would even think that the previous injury was an illusion!

What exactly happened here?
The wound has just been cut so deep, and it has only been a few minutes?

Even if it really healed, there should be a scar, right?
Is Baiyao powder too magical?

The golden sore medicine in martial arts novels is not so exaggerated, right?

He rubbed his unbelieving left thumb vigorously at the place where he had been injured before, but he really didn't feel anything.

scratching his head.

"Haha, haha. Xinxin, Dad wasn't actually injured. I was just doing magic tricks for you, just kidding you. Hahaha."

Shen Chong scratched his head in embarrassment and laughed.

"Father, you are so naughty, scaring Xinxin, hum! Ignore you!"

Fortunately, it's a child, so it's easy to coax. If another adult encounters such a thing, he might have already called the police.

Xinxin really believed that Shen Chong was doing magic tricks for him, but she was a little angry, threw the band-aid in her hand into the trash can, turned around, stared at the TV and ignored him.

After coaxing for a few more minutes, Shen Chong returned to the stove with his mind full of question marks before he got the baby girl done.

He looked at the index finger of his left hand, then at the kitchen knife still stained with blood on his right hand, and then at the few drops of bright red blood dripping from the trash can, still confused.

He repeatedly confirmed in his heart that the Baiyao powder was an ordinary product bought in a convenience pharmacy before, it had not been prescribed by the master, and he had used it more than once before, so it could not be a magic medicine.

As for hydrogen peroxide disinfectant and Band-Aid, it is even more impossible.

Then the problem can only be on your own.

So is this a bonus ability that comes with my rebirth?
Super self-healing ability?
Looking at the gleaming kitchen knife in his right hand again, he licked his lips.

Here's a bold idea.

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