Sikong Jingyu stared at Shi Wan, then glanced at Li Jingru, and finally seemed to reluctantly agree.
"Can."
Shi Wan breathed a sigh of relief and approached Sikong Jingyu.
Shi Wan carefully wiped away the bloodstains on Sikong Jingyu's forehead with a sterile cotton swab, her movements gentle, trying to avoid hurting Sikong Jingyu and provoking his displeasure again.
Sikong Jingyu was fairly satisfied with Shi Wan's meticulous service, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly before he quickly regained his indifferent expression.
The department head had an unspoken rule: anyone making a house call with a wound must pay attention to detail; any visible bloodstains must be cleaned up, and no one was allowed to bring visible bloodstains back to the hospital, as it would damage the department's reputation. Following this rule, Shi Wan did her best to clean the visible bloodstains from Sikong Jingyu's forehead.
Sikong Jingyu was sitting while Shi Wan was standing. They couldn't quite reach each other, and Shi Wan couldn't ask the dissatisfied Sikong Jingyu to stand tall to accommodate her, so she could only bend down herself to make do.
She was half-bent over, and at the slightly open neckline, there was a faint hint of dark red. Sikong Jingyu's gaze fell on Shi Wan's neck.
It's a hickey.
The traces he left behind.
The color today is not as vibrant as it was yesterday morning; instead, it's a pale, dark red.
She was so close that Sikong Jingyu could even smell the scent of her shampoo.
It has a light, pleasant fragrance, not overpowering.
Surprisingly, Sikong Jingyu didn't feel disgusted.
In fact, it even smells good.
Shi Wan was too focused, her mind was entirely on Sikong Jingyu's wound, and she didn't notice that Sikong Jingyu's gaze was fixed on her.
The visible bloodstains on Sikong Jingyu's forehead had been wiped away, but the dried bloodstains a finger's width from the wound remained despite repeated wiping.
The wound was on the back of his forehead. Several times, Shi Wan wanted to straighten Sikong Jingyu's face and raise his chin a little to make it easier to treat the wound.
In the end, Shi Wan rejected the idea.
She was afraid that her perfectly normal touch would be over-interpreted by Sikong Jingyu, even through a layer of rubber gloves.
Shi Wan gritted her teeth and increased the pressure on her hands.
The dried bloodstains were wiped away, and Sikong Jingyu's brows furrowed as expected.
It's over...
There's no escaping this scolding...
Shi Wan thought to herself, her fingers gripping the cotton swab tightly without moving.
Shi Wan didn't move, so Sikong Jingyu's gaze moved from Shi Wan's neck to her face. He lowered his voice and said in a cold tone, "What are you standing there for?"
Shi Wan was stunned.
Sikong Jingyu didn't lose his temper?!
The force she used just now was definitely not gentle.
No one wants to be scolded for no reason. Shi Wan lowered her eyes and continued to treat Sikong Jingyu's wounds.
Shi Wan's earnest focus caught Sikong Jingyu's eye, and a hint of appreciation appeared in Sikong Jingyu's eyes, but it disappeared in a moment.
Shi Wan thought the matter was over, but Sikong Jingyu's deep voice reached her ears: "I'll let you off this time, but if there's a next time, see if I don't file a complaint against you."
Shi Wan's eyelashes trembled, she bit her lip, and responded softly, "I will be careful."
Sikong Jingyu watched as Shi Wan lowered her head, her slender, white fingers gently tracing her wound with a cotton swab, and a strange feeling swept through his heart.
He looked away, no longer glancing at Shi Wan.
When Shi Wan wrapped the bandage around his head, Sikong Jingyu suddenly dodged and turned his head to one side, his tone indifferent: "Is this something that can appear on my head?"
Shi Wan paused, her brow furrowing slightly: "Why not?" It's not green.
Sikong Jingyu expressionlessly uttered two words: "Too ugly."
"Mr. Sikong, you are handsome and dignified. This mere bandage cannot overshadow your charm at all," Shi Wan said earnestly, trying to persuade him.
"Do you think I'm good-looking?" Sikong Jingyu suddenly asked.
Shi Wan paused slightly, not expecting that Sikong Jingyu wouldn't fall for it, so she continued to praise him: "Mr. Sikong, it's a given fact that you are good-looking, it's not a question of whether I think so or not."
Sikong Jing sneered, turned his head, crossed his arms and glanced at Shi Wan, saying casually, "You're quite the smooth talker, but no matter how eloquently you speak, I still won't use bandages."
Shi Wan: "..."
Sometimes I really feel helpless, and Shi Wan often doesn't know how to communicate normally with Sikong Jingyu.
Perhaps it's just wishful thinking.
From the moment they got their marriage certificate, from that unexpected night, it was destined that they would never have a normal conversation.
Shi Wan sighed silently, put down the bandage, turned around, and looked for a wound dressing in the first-aid kit.
She tore open a suitable size patch and was about to apply it to Sikong Jingyu's wound when Sikong Jingyu suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her: "I'm allergic to adhesive tape."
"It's anti-allergic."
Shi Wan wanted to continue, but Si Kong Jingyu held her tightly. Shi Wan looked at him helplessly and said, "Mr. Si Kong, your wound is not shallow. If it is not bandaged, it is easy to get injured again. As the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise. I believe I know no less than you. To tell you the truth, your wound will need two stitches when you go back to the hospital."
"Why not sew it now?"
Shi Wan explained, "There were no suturing tools on the ambulance."
Sikong Jingyu stared coldly at Shi Wan for a full three seconds before slowly releasing Shi Wan's wrist.
Shi Wan breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to apply the dressing successfully, and packed up the first-aid kit.
Watching this scene, Li Jingru whispered to Shi Wan, out of Sikong Jingyu's sight, "What a jerk!"
When Shi Wan heard Li Jingru's complaints, she couldn't help but laugh and advised, "Sister Jing, don't say anymore, he... is really someone you can't afford to offend."
Li Jingru scoffed, "You know them?"
Do you know each other?
They were strangers, yet they were legally married and had once shared the most intimate relationship.
They are supposed to be a couple, but they are complete strangers to each other.
Shi Wan shook her head: "Not familiar with him."
These two words are enough to summarize the entire relationship between them.
After a period of delay, Li Jingru finally returned to the emergency room and was relieved to no longer have to deal with Sikong Jingyu. She happily washed her hands and went back to the duty room to wait for her turn, while Shi Wan could only look on with envy.
Despite Shi Wan's best efforts, Si Kong Jingyu refused to go to the trauma surgery department, so Shi Wan had no choice but to drag him back to the emergency room and resignedly stitch up his wound.
If she could, Shi Wan really wanted to hand Sikong Jingyu over to Dr. Nie Shirong, but her job responsibilities clearly stated that whoever brought back a patient was responsible for cleaning up the mess. It wouldn't be appropriate for her to just hand the person over to Dr. Nie like that. If word got out, would Shi Wan still be able to face anyone?
This was also why Shi Wan was initially unwilling to cover Dr. Nie's house calls. She had similar experiences in the past. When Shi Wan returned from a house call for Dr. Nie, he would immediately wash his hands and leave work, without caring about the patients he had brought back. If there were no special circumstances, it was fine, but if there were special circumstances and there was an emergency in the department, Shi Wan would be very busy that night. If Shi Wan ignored the patients he brought back, the head of the department would have to talk to her later, and she would be caught in the middle.
It wasn't that it was hard work, but being in the same room with Sikong Jingyu was really suffocating.
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