As soon as the female manager of the Italian restaurant heard that Master He was injured, this is simply not something that can be handled by the medicine box, and it must be sent to the hospital, and it must be sent to the emergency department, and the senior ward or something is simply standard, otherwise this ancestor will have to lift the store!

How can you be so lazy, you can actually send it away with a hasty bandage, what if it is inflamed?

The female manager asked in a tangled manner, "Well, why don't we call 120?"

"Is this little injury worth making a big deal about? Just bring a medical kit, hurry. He Jiaming sent the female manager away.

Sweetheart sat on the chair and glared at him, this guy was actually quite proud of his hippie smile, she slapped the table: "Smile and smile, what are you laughing at, stupid!"

"I'm happy. He Jiaming replied slowly and logically in a low tone.

"What's so fun about bleeding, are you hallucinating due to excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen?"

The female manager trotted all the way to bring the medical kit, and the sweetheart was stunned when she saw the full set of facilities - it was really a luxurious Italian restaurant, and even this kind of thing could be prepared.

As everyone knows, in order not to offend this master, the female manager is the fastest waiter in the store who ran to the big pharmacy across the road to buy it!

She got up and stood in front of He Jiaming, and He Jiaming immediately walked away the stunned manager and waiter: "Why are you stunned?

Everyone evacuated at the speed of light in an instant, so that He Dashao could play as he wanted!

Sweetheart ordered He Jiaming: "Hey, unbutton your shirt." ”

He Jiaming took off his shirt in an instant and sat in front of her naked!

Sweetheart's expression was very complicated, and she stared at He Jiaming, and she said speechlessly: "As long as you show one arm, you are too ......"

"It's so convenient, why wear one sleeve and take off the other, I'm not Mongolian. "He Jiaming has a reason.

Burst...... Hearing the Mongols, the sweetheart squirted.

Seeing that she finally smiled, He Jiaming was also very happy in his heart, knowing that he had a lot of trouble to make this ancestor laugh.

"I can only give you a simple bandage, I won't be too complicated, and it depends on whether your wound is deep, if it is deep, you will have to go to the hospital. Sweetheart said as she wiped the blood off his arm.

The wound was on the forearm, which was shallow but long, and cut the capillaries, so the amount of bleeding was a bit alarming.

Sweetheart used tweezers to hold a cotton ball around the wound and wiped it with iodine, and when it touched the wound, she even puffed out her cheeks and blew it carefully twice, afraid that it would hurt him.

He Jiaming was hard in an instant!

I want to kiss her again! I can't control my beak and birds!

He had to keep his eyes level as much as possible, not looking down at the fair skin that had been accidentally exposed by her collar.

Sweetheart's care is three-legged cat kung fu, it's too complicated, it's okay to have a simple small wound or something, she first carefully dealt with the dirt around the wound, and asked him seriously and carefully: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. ”

"You have to tell me when it hurts. ”

"Can such a shallow wound still hurt me to death?" He Jiaming sneered, and looked down on me too much.

Because the wound is not very deep, Sweetheart decided to apply some red potion after doing the most basic treatment, first, to stop the bleeding, and second, to prevent bacteria from entering again.

When she was done, she wrapped his wound in a bandage, so that it did not fall off or hinder him from doing things.

He Jiaming was very satisfied with his sweetheart's craftsmanship, and he asked, "Who did you learn it from?"

"When I was a child, my grandmother was always sick, and I went to the hospital with her, and when I was fine, I learned from my sisters in the **station. Sweetheart suddenly looked at him like a treasure, "How's it going?"

She suddenly looked forward to his praise in such an earnest tone, He Jiaming couldn't control it, he tried not to show too much excitement, and nodded calmly: "Make do." ”

"Make do with your sister. Sweetheart packed up the medicine box fiercely, and changed her face instantly without hesitation.

He Jiaming decided to injure and maim himself if he was fine, and then went to find her, at least so that he could see her a few more times.

After the wound was treated, He Jiaming had no choice but to put on the blood-stained shirt and eat in the restaurant, the visual effect was not too shocking.

"We ...... Keep eating?" he asked, inquiringly.

"You can't eat beef and mutton, you can't eat sea fish, these are hair things, and the wound will be inflamed. "Sweetheart advises.

He Jiaming immediately became bitter, because he was indeed hungry after such a toss, he looked at the dining table and asked, "Then what can I eat?"

"It's okay to eat non-spicy pasta and creamy soup, but you can't put clams in it. Sweetheart told the waiter to re-serve these.

Although He Jiaming has had many girlfriends, none of them can care about his life as deeply as his sweetheart, and suddenly, He Dashao, who has always been arrogant and domineering and strong, found that he was also very eager to be taken care of.

The creamy soup and tomato pasta were served quickly, and to be honest, He Jiaming really didn't want to eat this monotonous thing at all.

Sweetheart was eating happily, as if nothing had happened.

He Jiaming was a little puzzled, he asked, "Hey, why do you seem to be in a better mood again?"

"Otherwise, what else can I do? I can't do it, because I will be angry with myself because I am kissed by you. Sweetheart waved her fork.

He Jiaming was speechless for her brain circuit, but it was okay, coaxing, and stupid.

He was careful and ready to move, sitting there grinding and chirping but refused to take a bite, and the sweetheart looked at him and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"My hand hurts, and I can't lift the spoon. He Jiaming replied confidently.

Sweetheart almost squirted again, she looked at He Jiaming with tears and laughter: "I ask you He Dashao, you hurt your left hand and not your right hand, where do you hurt so much that you can't lift such a light thing as a spoon? And you are full of muscles, is it necessary to show yourself so pitiful?"

"Haven't you heard of pulling a hair and moving your whole body?" He Jiaming retorted, "What's more, it's not a single shot, it's an arm injury, and it's very painful, do you understand?" ”

I really don't understand...... Sweetheart continues to eat to herself speechlessly.

He Jiaming looked very irritable on the other side -- why didn't he have any sympathy at all! Master, I'm still hungry! Didn't you eat this meal today just to invite me?

He stared at Sweetheart's plate, staring at Sweetheart's every move, and his burning gaze almost bent Sweetheart's fork and knife, which was really resentful.

Sweetheart couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to look up at him again: "What do you want?"

"It really hurts. He Jiaming stared at her pitifully, and said in an extremely fragile and helpless tone, "I want you to feed me!"

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