Feng Tingshen came over with a knife, pretended not to see it from the doctor, took out the vial of the needle tube inside, and put it into the hanging bottle.

Feng Tingshen put the hanger aside, inserted the hose into the mouth of the hanging bottle from the doctor, hung it on the hanger, and then lifted the quilt corner.

As soon as the doctor touched the quilt, a black shadow had already stretched out, and it was Feng Tingshen. Seeing Feng Tingshen's movements, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he took a step back to give up his position to Feng Tingshen.

Feng Tingshen reached into the quilt and touched Yan Tanran's hand.

Suddenly, he moved, frowned, and took out her hand. The slender, soft, pale hand was as bloodless as her face.

Feng Ting stared at the back of his hand in his palm, his whole body was instantly covered with haze, and the doctor on the side felt the coldness on his body and couldn't help but shiver.

Exploring stepped forward, he saw that there was gauze left by the hanging needle on the back of Feng Tingshen's hand, the gauze had been wet with water, but he could also see that there was red in the white gauze.

This is obviously because the hanging needle was not treated properly and the wound bleed.

"What's going on?" Half of the doctor stared at Feng Tingshen and spoke.

As if he didn't think much was too much, he spoke again.

"You don't have to worry, you're not interested in her anyway, you get out of the way, I'll give her an injection, she's already injured anyway, and it's okay to get another injection in the same place!"

Feng Tingshen didn't turn his head, stared at the small hand in his palm, and said coldly: "If you talk more, I'll pull your head off!" ”

Leave the doctor to quickly change the topic, I think it's better to hit the left hand!

Away from the doctor, he pulled over the shelf, walked to the left with the medicine box, and was just about to take out his hand that was dyed by Yan Ting, but Feng Ting leaned over and took out his hand from the quilt.

The doctor looked at Feng Tingshen's strong movements and didn't speak. Pick up the needle and push it into the veins on the back of the hand.

The speed at which the doctor pulled out the needle and adjusted the medicine, he spoke deeply to Feng Ting on the opposite side, regardless of whether he heard it or not.

"You don't have to worry, she's fine, finish these two bottles of hanging water." The doctor put a few small packets of things in his hand on the table beside him.

"These medicines are fed to her when she wakes up, three times a day for three days, and three hours after taking the medicine, which is mainly light."

The doctor took out an alcohol swab and a band-aid from the medicine box, put them on the table, and said, "Put a band-aid on the place where she was bleeding, this will become infected if it is soaked in water and not treated." ”

It doesn't matter if Feng Tingshen heard it or not, after finishing speaking, he walked towards the door. When he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped from the doctor.

Turning around and looking into the room, he looked at the people on the bed and under the bed, and squirmed.

finally spoke: "Do you really hate her so much? ”

Feng Tingshen didn't say anything, staring at the small hand in the palm of his hand, and a trace of pain crossed his eyes.

Standing still from the doctor, he didn't wait for his answer, turned to leave, and closed the door by the way.

The room suddenly fell silent, except for the even and long breathing on the bed and Feng Ting's deep breathing, which was the rustle of leaves in the wind outside the window.

Feng Tingshen moved his gaze from the back of Yan Tanran's hand to her pale face, and his gaze stopped for a moment. Then put her hand down.

Walk to the table next to you, pick up the disinfectant alcohol swab and band-aid on it and return to the bed.

He put these things aside, picked up the soft silk and slowly tore the gauze on the back of her hand.

His movements were gentle, as if he were wiping the most precious treasure in the world, and he could look at his face when he moved.

As if afraid of hurting her, he slowly tore off the gauze on the back of her hand, and then disinfected the back of her hand and put a band-aid on it.

Feng Ting dealt with the back of Yan Tianran's hands, walked to the closet and took out the towel inside to return to the bed, took off his shoes, got on the bed, and held Yan Tianran in his arms, so that she was half lying in his arms.

He was afraid that the noise of the hair dryer would disturb her, so he wiped her wet hair with a towel. used three or four towels, and Feng Tingshen didn't stop until Yan Tian's hair was dry.

Feng Ting hugged her for a while, then gently put her down, tucked the corners of the quilt, pulled over the stool on the side and sat on the side of the bed, staring at the pale person.