Song Mobei was injured, so how could they think about eating.
Thinking that what Ye Taoyao said made sense, Song Qingyou nodded to her, and they quickly walked out of the restaurant.
After Jian Ruoxi on the other side hung up the phone, she looked at Song Mobei who was leaning on the bedside at a loss.
When she saw the gauze on his abdomen that was completely stained with blood, her face turned a little pale.
"Song Mobei, let me take you to the hospital.
Otherwise, if you continue like this, your wound will become infected."
In Jian Ruoxi's apartment, apart from simple bandages, there was no special medicine for treating gunshot wounds.
Therefore, she could only briefly bandage Song Mobei just now.
Song Mobei's abdominal injury would definitely become infected and inflamed if not treated quickly.
"fine."
Song Mobei shook his head, resisting the severe pain in his abdomen, and joked in a rare low voice: "Aren't you a doctor?
Why do you have to go to the hospital?
Besides, such a simple injury, how can it still be difficult for you?"
"No, you clearly know that I don't have any medicine for bandaging gunshot wounds.
If your injuries are not treated in time, they will become very serious."
Jian Ruoxi didn't know why Song Mobei would rather risk his life than go to the hospital, but the injuries on his body could easily become infected if they were not cleaned up in time.
As soon as Jian Ruoxi finished speaking, she saw Song Mobei's face suddenly turned pale and cold sweat covered his forehead.
Seeing Song Mobei's reaction, Jian Ruoxi's eyes suddenly tightened, and she immediately grabbed his hand that was clenching his thigh, with undisguised worry on her face.
"What's wrong?
Does the wound hurt again?"
After Jian Ruoxi finished speaking, without waiting for Song Mobei's reply, she opened his clothes and looked at the wound on his abdomen intently.
When she saw the blood-stained skin around the wound, Jian Ruoxi took the cotton swab on the side.
After getting the alcohol on it, start cleaning him up carefully.
After a while, when she saw that the area around the wound had been cleaned, Jian Ruoxi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then she stretched out her slender right hand, and her fingertips slowly traced the strong muscles of Song Mobei's abdomen.
Seeing Jian Ruoxi's careful movements, Song Mobei's eyes flashed, and then he leaned lazily on the bedside and said meaningfully: "Why, Doctor Jian thinks that I am weaker than usual now, so he touches me so unscrupulously?"
Jian Ruoxi: Jian Ruoxi, who had been carefully observing Song Mobei's wounds, curled her lips speechlessly after hearing his shameless words.
Just as she was about to refute, her eyes were suddenly bewitched by the scene in front of her.
At this time, Song Mobei was lazily leaning on the bedside.
Perhaps due to his injury, his usually cold and serious facial features suddenly relaxed, and his cold temperament also softened a lot.
At this moment, he was looking at her steadily with a slight smile in his deep eyes.
Seeing Song Mobei at this moment, Jian Ruoxi suddenly felt her face heat up, and then she hurriedly pulled down his clothes to cover his strong abdominal muscles.
Then he quickly squatted down, picked up the used cotton swabs and gauze on the ground, and explained with a panic on his face: "Well, I was checking your wound just now, and I didn't mean to get involved with you.
Also, I suggest you treat your wound It’s better to go to the hospital for a checkup, otherwise it will be bad for your health if it takes too long.”
Jian Ruoxi regretted it after saying this, and then bit her lower lip angrily, unable to help but despise herself.
What was she talking about just now?
What does it mean to not intentionally get involved with him?
She didn't get involved with him at all.
How about spending all her time just for you?
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