Zhang's mother quickly found the number left by Lan Jueming in the morning and dialed it.

In less than half an hour, Lan Jue Ming appeared at the Lu family.

Zhang's mother has been waiting at the door, looking at him carrying a bag full of things, and they are all medical supplies, such as gauze and some disinfectants.

She pulled back the corners of her lips and laughed.

"Lord Lan, I really didn't expect you to be so careful, you don't actually need to bring it here, it's all here."

Lan Jueming walked in in a hurry.

"What the hell is going on? What about Xiao Muren? ”

"I don't know, Miss went out and came back, it became like this, and besides, she didn't let her bandage, I'm worried about her, so I'll call you, you can try it."

Zhang's mother was also very worried.

Lan Jue walked in quickly.

"Just call me, what about her?"

"The second lady went upstairs when she came back, and she never came down."

"Okay, I'll go up and have a look."

He walked to the stairwell and stepped back again.

"By the way, you'll have to teach me how to do it, I won't." He looked at the doctor.

"This, it depends on the size of the wound, if it is too big, stitches may be required."

Blue Jue's dark eyes.

"Sewing ...... Stitches? Don't scare me. "What he fears most is watching other people stitch up.

"Look at the appearance of the second young lady, the mouth should not be big, this medicine is for you, our family's ancestral medicine for sealing wounds, generally small wounds, you clean them up with iodine, put this medicine on it, bandage it, and it will slowly heal in two or three days."

"Okay, I'll take a look first, this stupid guy is really stupid and hopeless." Lan Jue Ming was very distressed.

Grab the medicine and run quickly upstairs.

Walking to Lu Xiaomu's door, the door was ajar, and he saw the figure lying on the bed through the crack in the door.

From his position, as if he was asleep, he reached out and knocked softly on the door.

"I ...... I'm in, are you dressed? ”

There was no sound for half a day.

Lan Jue wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Are you really asleep?"

He gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Slowly walked over to her.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly when his eyes fell on her hand hanging from the edge of the bed.

A blood-red gash was on the wrist like a small mouth.

Lan Jue Ming instantly felt his heart pounding.

It's good not deep.

He looked at her who was asleep with his eyes closed, his eyebrows frowning slightly.

What the hell happened to her? How so? This idiot won't kill himself, will he? Thinking of this, Lan Jueming's whole person was not good.

The mood suddenly became very bad.

He crouched down beside her.

Take out the iodophor you bought yourself, and gauze.

Very gently, he began to clean her wounds.

Because iodophor touched the wound and hurt, Lu Xiaomu's sleeping eyebrows frowned slightly.

Moreover, the pain was not a little bit, and it woke her up directly.

"Hmm...... It hurts......" she murmured in a small voice.

Lan Jue looked at her.

"Stupid pig, do you know it hurts? I thought you were made of cowhide? He said in a tone of hatred.

The thought that if she was caused by suicide, he was angry and distressed.

Lu Xiaomu listened to this voice, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Lan Jue Ming holding his hand.

She puffed out her eyes and tried to get up from the bed, but she didn't get up, and the wound touched the tweezers.

It hurts so much that her eyes are full of stars.

"Lan Jue Ming, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? Are you a pig? Do you think you're cowhide? Do you treat yourself like this? ”

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