As a native who has never driven a car since he got his driver's license, Shen Fanyin once again gave Jing Zeheng a big surprise.

This is the first time Jing Zeheng has taken the car driven by Shen Fanyin.

How to describe his mood?

I want to report her driving school instructor.

Her driving skills can be accurately summed up in twelve words: serpentine positioning, ignoring traffic rules, and death to those who stand in my way.

When he arrived at the hospital, Jing Zeheng only felt that his life was really big.

But the little girl didn't realize it at all, so she helped him out of the car, wiped her tears and said, "Brother, wait a while, I'll push you in a wheelchair."

Thinking of the wheel, Jing Zeheng instinctively wanted to refuse.

He held the car door with one hand, and waited until the three faces in front of him merged into one, and then said slowly: "Fanyin, I just have a bruise on my arm, I can walk, I can really walk."

He even felt that he should walk six or seven kilometers, even if he walked from the exhibition to the hospital, he should not let Shen Fanyin drive.

Shen Fanyin didn't believe it.

He looked at him with teary eyes, and his big eyes were full of accusations, as if to say that he was injured and disobedient.

In the face of such soft and glutinous eyes, what can Jing Zeheng say?

Honestly sitting in a wheelchair, sighing that fortunately, the child pushing the wheelchair is not like driving. Seeing the little girl running for him, he slowly took a deep breath to calm down the nausea caused by the speed of the car.

After a pause, he rolled open his sleeve and looked at the wound.

The bullet grazed, leaving an inch-long burn on the outside of the wrist, and a lot of blood flowed, which was scary to look at, but it was really nothing.

It's nowhere near as hurtful as a child's drive.

When the doctor heard the "gunshot wound", he rushed out with a roar, and wanted to push Jing Zeheng into the operating room, but when he saw the wound, he rolled his eyes directly and took the person to the disposal room.

When Jing Zeheng bandaged the wound, his expression was very peaceful, for fear of causing the child to cry again.

But Shen Fanyin still grabbed his left hand and kept comforting: "Brother, you bear with it a little, soon, soon."

Jing Zeheng said softly: "Fanyin, I've been anesthetic, I don't feel it."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

She has nowhere to put her worries.

The doctor looked at the two of them while bandaging, and seeing that they didn't look like a couple, Shen Fanyin's tears kept falling again, his eyes rolled, and he said, "Dear little angel, although his injury looks shallow, but on his wrist, he can't move easily until he heals, you pay attention to take care of it."

Shen Fanyin's eyelashes were stained with tears, and when she heard the words, her nose was even more sour, and the tears were about to fall down again.

Jing Zeheng listened to the doctor's unfortunate words, his eyebrows trembled slightly, and he patted Shen Fanyin's back to reassure: "Don't listen to his nonsense, the injury is in the epidermis and it doesn't touch the muscles and bones, it's okay."

He said it was okay, but Shen Fanyin didn't believe it, and thought he was just comforting himself.

She pursed her lips, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and lowered her eyes to apologize: "I'm sorry brother, I bothered you."

If it weren't for her, Jing Zeheng wouldn't have been hurt.

It was because she was not prepared enough, she didn't expect his meeting to end so quickly.

Jing Zeheng was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, that bullet couldn't have hit you in the first place, and this matter ...... I was injured just right, and a lot of things fell into place."

Shen Fanyin was stunned, the first half of the sentence was directly ignored by her, pondering the second half of his sentence, and then looking at the intriguing smile on his face, she understood-

His trip to the imperial city will surely be full of harvest.

Of course, Shen Fanyin didn't think that what he said really had nothing to do with him.

In the final analysis, this incident started because of her, no matter what benefits Jing Zeheng would get in the end, she couldn't ignore it.

She worked hard to take care of him. Pay the fee to take the medicine, listen to the doctor's words and carefully record the time and method of changing the dressing, which is three points more serious than the college entrance examination.

She even had the idea of buying a wheelchair for Jing Zeheng.

If she hadn't been stopped by Jing Zeheng before she paid the fee, she would have really bought the wheelchair.

Jing Zeheng pinched her card and said helplessly

"Sanskrit, obedient, it's not too late for us to buy it when I hurt my leg."

Shen Fanyin was taken aback by his sudden appearance: "Why did you run here? Go back and lie down!".

Jing Zeheng: "The doctor asked me to vacate the hospital bed, there is a patient with a broken bone who needs it more than me."

"Why is this the doctor here?" Shen Fanyin pursed her lips and wanted to find a hospital bed for Jing Zeheng again.

Jing Zeheng hooked her back collar with one hand and dragged her back, and said, "Let's go, go to the Case Hotel to open a room, I have some things to deal with."

After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand, and he was not afraid that Shen Fanyin would not follow him.

Sure enough, Shen Fanyin immediately trotted to follow, carefully protecting his right hand, and followed step by step, persuading but not daring to reach out to stop him: "Brother, you can't be so willful, break your muscles and bones for a hundred days, you hurt your flesh and skin, and you have to raise it for a month!"

Jing Zeheng's gaze lingered over her shoulder: "Say it as if you weren't hurt."

Shen Fanyin was very helpless: "I'm just a bruise, it's different from you."

Jing Zeheng: "You win by quantity."

He's only hurt in one place, what about her? There's almost no good place to go.

Shen Fanyin wanted to say something, but when he saw that Jing Zeheng had already opened the door of the driver's seat, he stepped forward to stop him: "Hey, don't move, I'll just drive."

Jing Zeheng thought back to the thrilling feeling when he came, and felt that he must not indulge her in this matter.

Closing his eyes, he said, "Sanskrit, it's not easy for me to pick up a life."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

In the end, Shen Fanyin was also unable to drive.

Of course, Jing Zeheng can't drive either.

Jing Zeheng called the Case Hotel, and their driver soon came to pick them up.

Case hotels are all over the world, and each of them has a fixed standard of supporting services, which Shen Fanyin is very familiar with.

ordered a light and nutritious meal for Jing Zeheng, she looked back at him sitting on the sofa and said, "Brother, you go to bed."

Jing Zeheng raised his eyelids: "My clothes are dirty, I don't want to lie down."

Shen Fanyin immediately said, "Then I'll ask someone to buy clothes for you."

Every Case Hotel has a business district, and it's not easy to buy clothes here.

After a while, the waiter came with a nutritious meal and clothes.

Shen Fanyin took the things, put the dinner plate on the dining table, came back with the clothes, and said, "Brother, change your clothes."

"Okay."

Jing Zeheng responded.

But the right hand, which was still very convenient during the fight just now, didn't know what was wrong, and he couldn't unbutton his shirt alive or dead.

Shen Fanyin: "Brother, I suggest you try it with your left hand."

Jing Zeheng said "um", and then showed Shen Fanyin the trouble of his left hand also not being able to unbutton his clothes.

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips, her cheeks began to flush, and her voice was a little weaker: "Then, then why don't I help you?"

Jing Zeheng directly spread his hand: "Come."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

How did she feel that he was just waiting here for her to speak?

She lowered her eyes and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

A large area of wheat-colored skin broke into her eyes, and in addition to the sultry muscles, there was also ...... Scar.

Looking at these scars, it should be some years, very shallow, and you can't see them if you don't look closely.

Shen Fanyin frowned, and for no reason, the guy who was infected with blood all over his body in the rainy night flashed in his mind.