Chapter 142 Humph, She Won’t Cry
He has changed. He is no longer the same as he was seven years ago.
Song Qingqian looked at He Donglai's back, but the image that flashed through his mind was a young and thin boy.
The boy is tall but very thin.
He always wears a shabby black coat with a layer of dust that can never be wiped off, like a stain.
But in fact, it is because the clothes have been washed for too long and the color has changed after pilling.
He was clean, but no one saw it.
All I could see was his bulging shoulder blades due to his ill-fitting clothes.
Although he is such a thin man, he always keeps his back straight, and has a pair of calm and rebellious eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts.
At that time, Song Qingqian felt that this person should join the army.
He is that sharp blade that does not show its edge but shines with a cold glow.
And then...
He actually went to military school.
The relationship between them has also changed.
The thin and frail boy has now grown into a tall and strong man and has become her support.
The bitter memories of the past swirled in Song Qingqian's mind.
She looked dazed, with misty eyes, and it was obvious that she was thinking about something.
Probably... not a very happy thing.
Because He Donglai saw a trace of sadness on Song Qingqian's face.
He spoke several times, but Song Qingqian didn't hear what he said.
Until the third time.
He Donglai emphasized his tone, as if he was giving orders to his soldiers.
"Qingqian, pull up your sleeves."
Song Qingqian suddenly came back to his senses.
Her shoulders trembled, as if she was shivering, and even her pupils trembled slightly.
Like a frightened little rabbit.
Shivering, trying to hide his long, furry ears.
He Donglai inexplicably repeated it again.
"To clean the wound, roll up your sleeves."
This time, the man's deep voice was gentle and his tone was slower.
Quite soft.
Song Qingqian could feel the difference between the two sentences, and her earlobe suddenly felt numb.
She blinked and suppressed all the vague memories in her mind.
Song Qingqian raised his arms and slowly pulled up his sleeves.
You don’t know until you see it. It’s shocking.
The wound you first saw on the cuff was just the tip of the iceberg.
The skin on her thin arms where the ground was touched was scratched with bloody marks by the pebbles.
Whether deep or shallow, it is quite shocking.
Some of the wounds even had tiny grains of sand embedded in them.
Song Qingqian didn't feel much pain at first, but after seeing the red wound, even she gasped.
"Why is it so serious? I obviously don't..."
She murmured softly.
But He Donglai stood right in front of her, and his mumbling stopped abruptly.
The confusion and doubt on Song Qingqian's delicate face quickly disappeared.
She pursed her lips, raised the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were slightly cold. She was still the arrogant and disdainful young lady.
She wouldn't care about such wounds.
He Donglai frowned deeply when he saw the bloody wound.
How stupid was he to not even notice such a serious wound?
If he hadn't looked carefully, and if Song Qingqian had discovered it herself, she would definitely not have asked for treatment of the wound. She would rather let the wound fester and become inflamed than ask him for help.
There is a dark scar on the back of Song Qingqian's flawless white jade hand.
That was when Song Qingqian first started learning to use a fire stove. He tried several times but failed to light the fire and ended up getting burned on the back of his hand by sparks.
The weather was cold at that time and we wore more clothes.
After being injured, Song Qingqian kept his sleeves pulled up to cover himself, refusing to let anyone see.
Even if that person is He Donglai.
She kept it a secret for ten days, and the wound never healed. Instead, it started to fester and fester because it was not cleaned, disinfected, or given any medication.
At the worst time, Song Qingqian would gasp in pain just by picking up a steamed bun.
That’s how it was. It was finally discovered by He Donglai.
That was the first time He Donglai lost his temper.
Without saying a word, he dragged Song Qingqian to the infirmary.
When Doctor Pei saw Song Qingqian's festering wound, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
"If your wound is a fungal infection, forget about keeping your arm!"
The doctor's harsh words made Song Qingqian feel scared.
After that, I cleaned the wound, disinfected it, and thoroughly cleaned the festering wound, pouring alcohol again and again.
Song Qingqian clenched her teeth tightly, not wanting to cry at all and not wanting to show her vulnerable side.
But I couldn't stop crying.
Her eye sockets turned red and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like beads that had broken off the string.
The infirmary that day was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol.
Song Qingqian turned his back and did not face He Donglai.
She lowered her head slightly, like a swan with its neck drooped.
Tears flowed for a long time.
Even Doctor Pei began to wonder whether he should give her an injection of painkiller.
However, painkiller injections are a scarce medical resource and generally cannot be used casually.
Finally, He Donglai shook his head, indicating that he was fine and did not need a painkiller injection.
Because he knew that Song Qingqian's tears were not only because of the pain, but it was also the first time she cried freely since her family went through a huge change and she was forced to get married.
The emotions that have been suppressed for a long time can finally be released.
It was as if the flood had found a breach in the dam and could not be blocked.
It would be better to let her cry her heart out.
After returning home from the infirmary that day, Song Qingqian said "thank you" to He Donglai before walking back to her room.
Song Qingqian's wounds took about half a month to heal.
There will always be an ugly scar on the back of my hand.
And since then.
Every time He Donglai came home and saw Song Qingqian, he would look her up and down carefully without leaving any trace.
The beautiful swan was so delicate that he was afraid she might get hurt again without him knowing.
…
After He Donglai made a preliminary examination of Song Qingqian's wounds, he opened the medical box and gave a reminder.
"You are seriously injured. We need to disinfect and clean it first. It will hurt a little. If it hurts, just cry. Don't bear it."
Song Qingqian pursed her lips, a look of embarrassment and helplessness flashing across her face.
She also recalled the time she was hurt and how she broke down emotionally and cried uncontrollably.
The great Miss Song has never lost her composure like this in her life.
Humph, she won't cry.
He Donglai took out alcohol from the medicine box. As the bottle was opened, a smell similar to that of disinfectant emanated.
When Song Qingqian smelled it, the corners of her eyes twitched.
She is afraid of pain.