Fortunately, this hotel is well-equipped, and even the medical box is equipped with all kinds of first-aid things, and after Qiao Xu turned over some of the things he needed, he walked quickly to Lu Moqing to bandage him.

"Take your hands off."

She said in a low voice, Lu Moqing let go of her hand cooperatively, and the wound in front of her eyes, bright red blood, stabbed Qiao Xu's eyes fiercely, and she couldn't help but gasp.

There was a big gap in the forehead, and it was not enough to bandage it alone, "Stitches are needed." ”

Qiao Xu looked at him, her voice trembling a little that she didn't even realize she had.

"Okay."

Lu Moqing did not hesitate at all, and replied loudly, the dark deep pupils, like a deep pool, seemed to be able to suck Qiao Xu in, and it seemed to carry a magic power, which made Qiao Xu calm down instantly.

"Come on, just a few stitches, Doctor Qiao is fine, right?"

Lu Moqing looked at her, and the corners of his lips rose.

Qiao Xu didn't answer, turned around and went to the medicine box to find a medical needle and thread, and after carefully disinfecting his wounds, he said to Lu Moqing: "There is no anesthetic, you can bear with it." ”

"Okay."

Qiao Xu held the needle and skillfully stitched on the operating table, but at this moment, Qiao Xu felt as if he was still when he had just graduated from the internship, and he was even worse than the intern.

The moment the needle tip landed on her skin, her hand was shaking.

"Lifelike?"

Seeing that Qiao Xu's needle did not fall from time to time, Lu Moqing looked at her, saw that her eyes were nervous, and called out with a low smile.

Qiao Xu's eyes slowly looked at him, pursed his lips, and asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

Lu Moqing's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and then he chuckled, "Are you afraid?" ”

The hand that was still stained with blood held her hand holding the needle, and her voice sank a little lower, "A surgeon who can save people from the ghost gate will be afraid of such a small thing as stitches?" ”

His gaze, as sharp as a blade, approached Qiao Xu's eyes, and his heart, as if his sticky palm was sticking to her hand, as if something was sticking to his heart.

"Lifelike, you're worried about me."

Lu Moqing put away the smile in his eyes, his deep and sharp gaze, stared at Qiao Xu's face, and spoke.

He was not asking her, but stating such a fact in a very affirmative tone.

Qiao Xu was taken aback by his words, and the needle in his hand also shook violently, and he was a little annoyed and angry for no reason when he looked at Lu Moqing's black eyes with affirmation.

"Since you're not afraid, you're welcome."

When the words fell, she really unceremoniously pierced the needle into the flesh on her forehead, and Lu Moqing, who was completely unprepared, was also gasped in pain by this needle.

"Qiao Xu, do you want to murder your husband?"

"Mr. Lu misunderstood, at most he murdered his ex-husband."

Probably because he was stimulated by Lu Moqing's words, Qiao Xu was much more skillful when he took the needle at this time.

When Lu Moqing heard her call him Mr. Lu again, he naturally thought of the moment when she instinctively called out his name when she was in the underground garage before, those nervousness, those panic, and those long-lost feelings seemed to explode at that moment in an instant.

"When I was downstairs just now, you kept calling me Moqing."

His voice was a little hoarse for no reason, which made Qiao Xu's heart, who was bowing his head to give him stitches, tremble violently.