Aunt Qi has always been easy to talk to, but Zhou He made an excuse and said that she came back to find something, so she didn't ask any more. The two said a few words, Zhou He yawned and said that she was tired, so she urged her to go wash and sleep.

Zhou He closed the door and came out relieved, found the medicine box and quickly went upstairs.

Cheng Wei was still asleep, and his handsome face was so white under the light that there was no trace of blood. Zhou He untied the clothes tied around his waist, and the close-fitting clothes inside were already glued to the wound, and the large wet and greasy dark red was shocking to see.

Zhou He's hand couldn't help but tremble. She took a breath to steady herself, carefully cutting the close-fitting garment inside.

The wound was ten centimeters long and deep, and the flesh was flying. Zhou He had never seen such a serious wound, and he couldn't help but gasp.

No wonder Cheng Wei didn't let her see it at that time, if she did, she wouldn't have the courage to bring him back.

At present, such a situation is something she has never encountered, and no matter how calm Rao is, she can't help but have no master.

Just when she didn't know what to do, a weak voice rang out: "You have to sew it with a needle first, otherwise it will crack and bleed." ”

Zhou He looked at it, but Cheng Wei still had his eyes closed. It seemed that it took a lot of effort for him to say such a sentence, and he slowed down a little before he continued: "Help me up." ”

Where did Zhou He do such a thing, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "I haven't done it, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

Cheng Wei opened his eyes, hooked the corners of his pale lips, and said, "Do you think my blood can't run out?" He sat up by himself, leaned against the head of the bed, and said weakly: "Take the needle for sewing clothes and use alcohol to detoxify it, and I'll teach you." ”

He was calm, as if the wound on his body was not his.

Zhou Heguang's scalp was numb when he thought about it, and he made an excuse and said, "There is no anesthetic." ”

Cheng Wei didn't know where he was pulling, and then said lazily: "What kind of anesthetic is used for such a little wound, just remember to sew it beautifully." If you don't want me to be born early, hurry up. ”

Zhou He completely rushed the ducks to the shelves, and hurriedly went to find the needle under Cheng Wei's calm gaze. She had no idea how she had sutured up the wound where the flesh was flying. By the time she finally cut the thread, she was limp, and a drop of sweat hit the back of her hand. She even squeezed out a pale smile, looked at the big hideous centipede, and said, "It's a little ugly." ”

Cheng Wei didn't say a word when she was stitching, and then the corners of her lips hooked and her eyes closed.

This kind of wound is the most susceptible to infection, and the medicine in the medicine box is ready, and after calmly disinfecting, he is bandaged with medicinal powder, and he finds anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers for him to eat. Then help him to lie down.

Waiting for Cheng Wei to fall asleep, she walked quickly to the bathroom. There seemed to be a bright red smell of blood on her hands, and she washed it over and over again with soap.

I don't know how many times she washed before she stopped. Leaning against the wall and panting. His hands were still trembling slightly. After a long time, she turned on her unkempt head and stood under the water to take a shower. I changed my clothes and went back to my room.

The room mileage has made a slightly rough and even breathing sound, Zhou He reached out and touched his forehead, seeing that there was no fever, he took the quilt from the wardrobe and spread it on the ground, and lay down.

Zhou He barely slept that night, and Cheng Wei had a fever in the middle of the night, and his entire forehead was hot. She got up and woke him up, found antipyretic medicine for him to eat, brought a basin of water, wrung a towel and put it on his forehead to cool him down repeatedly.

When it was bright outside, the fever gradually subsided, and Zhou He was able to fall to the ground and squint for a while.

She slept until dawn, and it wasn't until there was a knock on the door that she woke up suddenly.

Outside, Aunt Qi called Ah He softly and told her to eat breakfast.

Zhou Yiyi's bones flipped up, and his eyes fell on the bed before he remembered that there was an uninvited guest in the room. Where did she dare to let Aunt Qi come in, she replied and went down immediately, and went to see Cheng Wei on the bed.

Cheng Wei's forehead was warm, probably exhausted, and Aunt Qi's knock on the door did not wake him up, his breathing was still even, and he was still asleep.

Seeing that he didn't have a high fever anymore, Zhou He breathed a sigh of relief, found a coat to put on, and closed the door lightly and went downstairs.

Aunt Qi got up early in the morning, boiled green vegetable porridge, and steamed xiaolongbao. Zhou He hadn't eaten breakfast for a long time, and while eating, he was thinking about how to get some porridge for Cheng Wei later.

She and Aunt Qi hadn't sat down to talk for a long time, and Aunt Qi asked her about the school with concern, and said something to reassure her not to worry about her.

Zhou Hetuo ate breakfast slowly, and when Aunt Qi finished eating and went to clean up the living room, she quickly cleaned up the table, went to the kitchen, filled a bowl of porridge, and secretly walked upstairs quickly.

The curtains were drawn, and the small attic was pitch black. Zhou He put the porridge on the small table next to him and went to open the curtains.

It was raining outside, and it was gloomy. The faint light left shadows in the small room.

Zhou He tidied up the room in a haphazard manner, walked to the head of the bed and was about to wake up Cheng Wei, before he walked over and met his sight all of a sudden.

He was awake, looking at her with dark eyes.

Before Zhou He could say anything, his eyes were crooked, and he suddenly shouted, "Ahe." ”

There was a slight smile on his impeccably handsome face, and his voice was deliberately low and soft. Probably because of the fever, a pair of peach blossom eyes sparkled.

Zhou He's heart thumped for no reason.

No one can resist the temptation of this beauty.