treat
What's going on?
It was just a fight, and you're so exhausted?
When did he become so weak?
What’s even more hateful is that Lu Tingxiao didn’t stop him at all and just watched him kneel on the ground.
He even curled his lips: "Oh, such a great gift? Fine, I accept it."
Ling Shi supported himself on the ground with one hand, struggling to stand up. He wanted to curse, but he was still catching his breath.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief, and the young man on his back was taken away.
Ling Shi stood up and looked at Lu Tingxiao dragging the young man. He was speechless for a moment. The other party was so kind to help him carry the person, and he felt embarrassed to curse him.
However, in the blink of an eye, Lu Tingxiao pushed the young man onto Zuo Hao's back and said, "Carry him firmly."
Zuo Hao did not refuse at all. He caught the young man and shook him over his body to carry him more steadily.
Ling Shi opened his mouth, not knowing whether to complain.
He sighed inwardly, turned around and asked Lai Xinyuan: "Do you live nearby?"
Lai Xinyuan nodded: "It's not far. Follow me."
The group followed Lai Xinyuan, turned two corners, crossed two streets, and arrived at a medium-sized community.
The entrance to the community is quite grand, with a signboard with the large characters "Jiayun Yayuan" across the gate beam, and the landing gear that restricts vehicle entry is still dutifully blocking the entrance.
They filed in from the pedestrian entrance and soon made their way to the second row of residential buildings. The third building, on the eighth floor, was Lai Xinyuan's home.
Didi.
Enter your fingerprint and push the door open.
They finally had a temporary safe place to stay.
Lai Xinyuan guided Zuo Hao to place the young man on his back on the bed in the guest bedroom.
Because of a lower back injury, I can only lie on my side.
Not long after he was put down, the young man woke up.
Ling Shi went forward to look at him: "How do you feel?"
As soon as the young man saw Ling Shi, he struggled to get up.
Ling Shi gently pressed his shoulders: "Don't move, rest first."
"You are covered in wounds..."
He didn't say anything more. Everyone knew the consequences of an infected wound.
The young man's lips trembled before he spoke: "Thank you, thank you. I... I won't drag you down..."
What he meant by saying this was that he would end his life before losing consciousness.
I feel helpless, but also responsible.
The scene was quiet for a while.
Zuo Hao frowned and rubbed his hands, as if he wanted to offer some comfort, but he didn't have the right words.
Lai Xinyuan, however, said in a calm voice, "It doesn't matter. The people in this room are probably not much later than you."
Ling Shi's eyebrows twitched violently. If it weren't for the education he received since childhood, he would have almost covered the other person's mouth.
"Why don't you let me try?" Ning Fu's voice suddenly came from behind: "I'll help him treat the wound."
"Yes, yes," Zuo Hao said in a higher voice, "Ning Fu is a doctor, maybe he can just treat the infected area of the wound!"
No one answered.
If it were that easy, the virus wouldn't have spread so quickly.
But no one raised any objections.
Ning Fu walked to the bedside, rolled up one sleeve, and asked sideways, "Is there a medicine box at home?"
Lai Xinyuan nodded: "Yes. We have medical alcohol, gauze, and some basic emergency supplies."
"Yes." Ning Fu nodded: "Ling Shi, please stay and help. The others can go out first."
When talking about his professional field, Ning Fu's sense of weakness faded a lot, and instead he exuded a sense of calm and control.
Lai Xinyuan quickly brought out the medicine box, opened it, and took out some of the items inside.
Zuo Hao left his dagger behind.
I don't have a medical scalpel, so I have to use this instead.
Everyone else left the room.
Ling Shi stood aside, waiting for Ning Fu's instructions.
Ning Fu held the knife in one hand and took out medical alcohol to disinfect it.
"May I have your name?"
Young man: "Xiang Chongyi."
Ning didn't stop and continued to ask, "Do you live nearby?"
Xiang Chongyi shook his head. "I'm a yoga teacher. I just finished my retreat in Nepal. I live in the next district, about ten kilometers away."
"I heard from a friend that there's a yoga studio here that's looking for experienced yoga teachers, so I came here. Unexpectedly, I'm stuck here..."
Ning Fu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Studying yoga in Nepal? It seems that you have made great achievements in yoga."
In fact, we can see some clues.
Advanced yoga practice also involves the cultivation of the mind.
From the desperate situation when he was besieged by corrupt people to the tragic ending of his inevitable corruption, Xiang Chongyi did not show any obvious fear.
If it were an ordinary young person, he would have collapsed long ago.
Ning Fu: "How old are you? You still look young."
Xiang Chongyi gave a faint smile. "I'm 22 years old, not young. I've been practicing yoga for over ten years. I should be considered a veteran."
Ning Fu continued, "I'll help you treat your wound. I'll first scrape off a layer of the wound, and then sew up the deeper wound."
"Because there's no anesthesia, it will be painful during the process. Is that okay with you?"
After hearing this, Ling Shi realized that Ning Fu's casual chat was an attempt to make Xiang Chongyi relax.
Xiang Chongyi smiled and said, "Don't worry. I've been practicing yoga for so many years, and it's not only improving my body but also my mind. As for physical pain, I'm no longer afraid of it."
Ning Fu nodded: "That's great."
After saying this, he raised the sterilized dagger and began to operate on Xiang Chongyi's wound.
Scrape off the superficial layer of flesh, disinfect, and apply medicine.
Ning Fu: "Give me some gauze."
Handed it over at ling time.
Ning Fu: "Tape."
Ling Shi tore off the tape and stuck it on the appropriate position on the gauze.
Ning Fu pressed lightly and the wound was healed.
"Have you ever treated a wound before?"
"It's not like the first time you cooperated with the doctor. You had a tacit understanding."
Ling Shi nodded: "Yeah."
But there was no further explanation.
Ning Fu's movements were very skillful, and it was obvious that he was an experienced and excellent doctor.
His eyes were focused, and the dagger in his hand was steady, with meticulous caution and determined composure.
Even until he saw the large wound on his lower back, his expression didn't change much. He just kept cutting, one cut after another...
Soon, the rotten flesh was basically removed.
But Ning Fu suddenly stopped, turned his hands over, and looked at his palms.
Ling Shi was confused: "What's wrong?"
Ning Fu seemed stunned for a second before he said, "It's okay. I haven't held a knife for several days, so my fingers are a little stiff."
He continued tending to the wound.
However, this time, his movements were obviously slower.
Ling Shi leaned over to take a look. The wound was treated very cleanly. The charred rotten flesh was gone, and even the bleeding had stopped.
After dealing with the rotten flesh, Ning Fu sewed up the wound so deep that the bone was visible. The stitches were fine and neat, even beautiful.
When the story was almost over, Ning Fu suddenly said, "Wipe your sweat."
Ling Shi was stunned, and then he saw the dense beads of sweat on Ning Fu's forehead.
He looked around and found no suitable tools, so he simply raised his sleeve and wiped Ning Fu's forehead.
Fortunately, his clothes were not dirty.
Ning Fu raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Okay."
After stitching the wound, gauze was applied as usual, and all the injuries on Xiang Chongyi's body were treated.
Ning Fu cleaned the dagger and put everything back in place before he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Ling Shi: "Thank you very much."
Ling Shi smiled: "Why are you thanking me? You should be thanking me. Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Ning."
"I'm the one who should be thanked the most." Xiang Chongyi interrupted from the bed, "Thank you."
Although the wound was cleaned, his face was still pale: "No matter what the result is, I'm very happy to meet you."
Ning Fu patted his shoulder: "You should have a good rest. I have a feeling that you will be fine."
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the guest bedroom door.
Before anyone could respond, the person outside pushed the door open and walked in.
Lu Tingxiao leaned lazily against the door frame and asked in a drawling tone, "Isn't it over yet?"
Ling Shi walked towards the door: "It just ended."
Lu Tingxiao glanced at him, then looked at Ning Fu: "If someone didn't know, they would think you were wrapping mummies for a thousand years. It's been so long."
Ning Fu said in a cold voice, "A doctor's work requires meticulousness and consideration for the patient. Mr. Lu is not a professional, so it's normal that he doesn't understand."
Ling Shi was stunned and looked at the two of them.
Why does it feel like there's a smell of gunpowder?
When did they not get along?
Seeing Lu Tingxiao raised his eyebrows, Ling Shi's heart skipped a beat for no reason.
It was just a small action, but he inexplicably felt Lu Tingxiao's sarcasm... and very inappropriate excitement from it. He had a bad premonition that a storm was about to come.
Ling Shi quickly pushed his shoulder and said, "Let's talk outside. Don't disturb the patient's rest."
He used quite a bit of force, and Lu Tingxiao staggered after being pushed by him, and took two steps forward under his force.
Lu Tingxiao lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Ning Fu: "Oh, what's the point of being so considerate."
"If you cut his wound today, you will cut his heart tomorrow."
Ling Shi's heart skipped a beat again.
Hey! You're still at the door. What would the patients inside think if they heard it?
He kicked Lu Tingxiao on the butt: "Stop talking nonsense."
When he kicked Lu Tingxiao, he was prepared that he would get furious and a fight was possible.
Who would have thought that Lu Tingxiao just patted the shoe prints on his butt and smiled: "You are so strong, only I can bear it. If it were someone weaker, they would be injured by your kicks."
Ling Shi ignored him. This man could not be judged by common sense.
The emotional switch is strange and unusual.
Too lazy to talk nonsense.
When there are corrupt people, he can solve the trouble.
When he's not corrupting anyone, he's the trouble himself.
During the peace period, just pretend you don't see him.
Ling Shi walked into the living room and the rest of the people sat on the sofa to rest.
There were some packaged foods on the coffee table.
Zuo Hao: "Come and eat something, you two have worked hard."
Ling Shi sat down on the armrest of the sofa and took a package of biscuits to eat. "Lai Xinyuan, we're staying here tonight. Is that okay?"
Lai Xinyuan touched the biscuit crumbs at the corner of his mouth and nodded, "Okay."
"My house has four bedrooms."
"The patient will stay in one room, and there will be five of us left. It will be easy to arrange anything."
Lu Tingxiao suddenly interrupted: "You are the master, sleep in the master bedroom."
"There are two rooms left, and we can take one."
Zuo Hao: "Sure. Ning Fu, let's share a room."
No one objected, and the arrangements for the evening were set.
Everyone had been living a rough life these days, but now that they finally had a place to live and the solar water heater was diligently pouring out hot water, everyone was very satisfied.
After a simple meal and washing away all fatigue, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.
When Ling Shi finished his shower, changed into clean clothes and came out of the bathroom, Lu Tingxiao was standing at the bedroom window looking out.
Ling Shi wiped his wet hair, thought for a moment, and said, "What are you looking at?"
Lu Tingxiao didn't look back: "Look at the deserted street,"
The second half of the sentence followed the tune: "Breaking into an empty bridal shop..."
Fortunately, before Ling Shi could stop him, he stopped talking on his own: "Just say whatever you want to say. No need to start with me."
Ling Shi took a few steps towards him and considered his words: "You... have always spoken like this before?"
Lu Tingxiao turned around: "Huh? Which one? Mummy, heart-cutting, or weakling?"
Ling Shi sighed: "You didn't have to speak at work before, right?"
Even if necessary, it will take less than a week.
Lu Tingxiao smiled: "Guard the gate, just keep the gate safe."
"If there are ignorant fugitives or refugees who want to come in, I can solve them with my hands. I usually don't talk."
Ling Shi sighed again.
Having a sincere conversation with this guy is probably harder than saving the world.
"It's okay, go to sleep."
Let’s leave friendly exchanges and enhancing relationships for eighteen years later.
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