"Who made your cooking so good?" Xiao An also laughed, but then stopped laughing and paused. She put down the teacup in her hand and looked at Pang Yi with some expectation and pleading, "Pang Yi, can you make me some more dumplings today?"
"Huh?" Pang Yi was stunned and a little surprised.
"Today is my 23rd birthday." Xiao An explained. She pursed her lips a little embarrassedly, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to eat dumplings."
"Okay. I'll make dumplings for you right away," Pang Yi promised, and stood up. He took two steps, then stopped again, and looked back at Xiao An, who was lying on the table and was in a daze. "Go to sleep for a while. I'll come up and call you when the dumplings are ready."
"Okay. Got it." Then, Xiao An stood up shakily and walked towards the bedroom. Her steps were so unsteady that Pang Yi wanted to help her into the room. But he held back and watched her enter the bedroom before he pushed the door open and left.
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The twenty-first day of the first lunar month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.
Ningguta.
This was the first time Mei Ya saw Gu Changlin treating Zhong Mingwei's leg. Yesterday, she asked Pang Yi and Zhong Mingwei and knew that Gu Changlin was going to cut open the skin and remove the pus from Zhong Mingwei, so she was mentally prepared. But today, when she suddenly saw Gu Changlin taking out a knife, tweezers, scissors and other things from the medicine box, Mei Ya's face suddenly turned pale.
"Or, you can go out first and come back in later." Zhong Mingwei knew that Mei Ya was scared, and he actually didn't want Mei Ya to stand by and watch, so he wanted Mei Ya to go out right away.
"No, I'm not going anywhere." Mei Ya insisted, with no intention of going out at all. She stuffed a pillow behind Zhong Mingwei to make him more comfortable, and held Zhong Mingwei's hand tightly.
This really surprised Zhong Mingwei. Mei Ya has always been a shy person. She used to be embarrassed to get close to Zhong Mingwei. Now that there are two more people in the family, she is even more embarrassed. Normally, she wished to stay three meters away from Zhong Mingwei, and even when Zhong Mingwei was so angry that he fumed, she would not be threatened and would still stay away from him. But at this time, Mei Ya took the initiative to hold his hand, and in front of Gu Changlin, so how could Zhong Mingwei not be surprised?
As if guessing Zhong Mingwei's thoughts, Ah Chou looked at Gu Changlin who was pouring realgar wine, then blushed and leaned close to Zhong Mingwei's ear and whispered: "If it hurts later, just pinch my hand..."
Zhong Mingwei felt his heart melt in an instant. He didn't say anything but held Meiya's hand tighter. Seeing Meiya shyly turning her head away, he whispered, "Don't be afraid. I can bear it."
"Who asked you to endure it?" Who would have thought that Mei Ya would get angry. She frowned as she waited for Zhong Mingwei. Considering that Gu Changlin was in the room, she lowered her voice very low, but her voice was fierce. "Don't endure it. It will definitely hurt a lot soon. You can scream or pinch me, whatever makes you feel comfortable. Anyway, you are not allowed to endure it!"
Zhong Mingwei looked at her fierce face and couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his hand and pinched Meiya's cheek, saying softly, "I'm not giving birth, why are you screaming and pinching me?"
Mei Ya's face suddenly turned red all the way to her neck. She didn't know what to say. She pinched Zhong Mingwei's hand in anger, making Zhong Mingwei scream and laugh. Mei Ya stopped in a hurry, especially afraid that Gu Changlin would hear it.
Gu Changlin, however, pretended to be deaf to the words and put on a serious face. He carefully took out the gauze and soaked it in realgar wine. He then burned a knife, scissors, tweezers and other tools over the candlelight. Then, he took all the necessary tools, came to the kang and sat down. He took the scissors and cut the gauze wrapped around Zhong Mingwei's knee.
Mei Ya was very nervous, even more nervous than Zhong Mingwei. She held Zhong Mingwei's hand tightly, staring at Zhong Mingwei's knee nervously without blinking, her gaze moving around in circles with Gu Changlin's hand that was pulling the gauze.
"There's still a lot of pus from the past two days." After turning it a few times, the gauze could no longer be turned. The gauze inside had already stuck to the flesh, and a light yellow mark had seeped out of the gauze. Gu Changlin cut off the excess gauze, and then started to cut the gauze inside. While cutting, he glanced at Mei Ya and said jokingly, "Girl, why do I feel like I'm cutting your flesh with these scissors?"
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