Chapter 217 Pain?
Ji Wanqing spoke these words with utmost sincerity, neither completely avoiding the question nor giving any clear answer.
It expressed gratitude and appreciation for everyone, while also frankly acknowledging the current confusion and the need for time.
Sigh, I can understand. It's bound to be chaotic on a sunny day.
If your wife doesn't want to talk about it, that's fine, don't force her!
But... I still really want to know! (Frustrated.jpg)
[That's a very high level of emotional intelligence; it avoids offending anyone.]
Gu Dao stared at Ji Wanqing's pleading eyes on the screen and remained silent for a moment.
He could see her difficulty and struggle, and he also knew that his question was indeed a bit unreasonable.
He hadn't expected a definite answer anyway; it was more of a test, a way to leave a deeper mark on her heart.
He slowly typed in the chat box.
[Okay, I understand.] (Isolated Island)
There were no further questions, no complaints, only the usual gentleness and a hint of disappointment.
The finish line scoffed; he was clearly dissatisfied with this vague answer.
But he also knew that pressing him further would only make him seem aggressive.
He tapped the table impatiently, but ultimately said nothing more.
When Kong Kong heard Ji Wanqing mention him, his heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, and an indescribable mix of bitterness and sweetness welled up in his heart.
She remembered... she noticed.
Seeing the gradually calming comments and the fact that the big shots showed no signs of pressing the issue further, Ji Wanqing finally felt relieved.
She quickly seized the opportunity, her face beaming with renewed energy.
"Alright! The truth or dare segment is over! Thank you, Brother Lonely Island, for going easy on me! And thank you everyone for your understanding!"
She glanced at the time and said, "It's getting so late already! That's all for today's live stream! Thank you all for joining us, and thank you for the gifts and your support! See you next time! Love you all, goodnight!"
She dared not linger any longer, fearing that something else might go wrong, so she quickly finished her closing remarks and then decisively ended the live stream.
I had just ended the live stream when my phone beeped with a notification.
[Remember to change your dressing. If you can't do it yourself, I can come and help you.]
The concise text conveys the unique concern and undeniable care of a doctor.
Ji Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart and was about to reply, "No need to trouble yourself, I can manage on my own," when her phone rang again.
Finish line [Are you free tomorrow? I'll take you somewhere to relax.]
Ji Wanqing looked at the message from the finish line, leaned back in her chair, stared at the ceiling, and didn't know how to reply.
After a while, I opened the chat box on the isolated island, carefully choosing my words.
Ji Wanqing: [Thank you for the reminder, Brother Pei. I'll try it myself first; it should work. I won't trouble you any further!]
Then comes the finish line.
Ji Wanqing: [I'm going to the hospital to be with my mother tomorrow, but the time is uncertain. Thank you for the invitation, Brother Jidian.]
A reasonable excuse that cannot be forcibly imposed.
After replying to the message, she put down her phone, carefully unwrapped the old bandage, revealing a scabbed but still somewhat menacing abrasion on her wrist, with red edges.
The ointment and gauze prescribed by the doctor were placed on the table next to her. It was theoretically possible to change the dressing herself, but looking at her trembling right hand that was not quite under her control, and the cap of the ointment that needed to be unscrewed, she felt a sense of powerlessness.
However, she did not intend to give up so quickly and began to fight against Guan Xiaoxiao's ointment.
She pressed hard on the tube of ointment with her left hand, while her right hand trembled as she tried to unscrew the cap. After several attempts, she not only failed to open it, but also experienced a more pronounced stinging pain in her wrist due to improper force, causing fine beads of sweat to appear on her forehead.
She tried to use her teeth to help, but her posture was awkward and clumsy, and she ultimately failed.
Looking at the unmoving ointment cap and my hands trembling slightly from my efforts, a sense of frustration welled up inside me.
She sighed, resignedly picked up her phone, her finger hovered over the screen for a moment, and finally, with a hint of embarrassment and helplessness, opened the chat window with the isolated island.
Ji Wanqing: [Um... Brother Pei, I really can't open the cap of the ointment. Could you please help me? Just open it for me!]
After sending the message, her face flushed, and she felt utterly useless.
Almost the instant the message was sent, the chat interface displayed "The other party is typing..." at the top, and then Lonely Island's reply immediately popped up.
Deserted Island [Okay, almost there.]
Concise, direct, without any unnecessary questions or pleasantries.
Ji Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing these three words, but also felt a little embarrassed.
She quickly tidied her somewhat messy desk and hair, and just as she stood up, the doorbell rang softly.
She walked to the door, looked through the peephole to confirm it was Pei Yu, and then opened the door.
Pei Yu stood outside the door, still wearing the same simple casual clothes he had worn during the day, and holding a small home medical kit in his hand.
"Brother Pei, please come in." Ji Wanqing stepped aside to let him in, her face apologetic. "I'm so sorry to trouble you so late, it's just a simple cap..."
Pei Yu walked in, and his gaze immediately fell on her wrist, which had not yet been re-bandaged. The red, swollen, and scabbed wound was particularly clear in his eyes.
His brows were furrowed, and his tone was gentle yet carried an undeniable insistence.
“It’s not just about tightening the cap; the wound is a bit red and needs to be cleaned and treated again. You can’t handle it yourself.”
As he spoke, he naturally walked to the living room, placed the medical kit on the coffee table, opened it, and skillfully took out iodine swabs, sterile gauze, and new bandages.
As Ji Wanqing watched his series of smooth movements, the words "I can do it myself" stuck in her throat, and she couldn't bring herself to say them.
She quietly walked to the sofa and sat down, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to treat her wound.
Pei Yu sat down next to her and took her wrist.
His fingers were long and warm, and when they touched her skin, they were steady and gentle, as was typical of a doctor.
He carefully cleaned the area around the wound with an iodine swab, and the cold touch made Ji Wanqing instinctively flinch.
"Does it hurt?" Pei Yu immediately stopped what he was doing, looked up at her, his eyes focused.
"No...it's nothing, it's just a little cool." Ji Wanqing quickly shook her head.
Pei Yu then continued his work, cleaning very carefully, avoiding the center of the wound, and cleaning away any dirt and previous ointment residue around it.
Then he picked up the tube of ointment that she couldn't open no matter what, and with a gentle twist, the cap opened.
He squeezed a suitable amount of ointment onto his fingertip and applied it to the wound very gently and evenly with his fingertips.
Throughout the entire process, he kept his head down, his expression focused and serious, as if he were handling an extremely precious work of art.
The living room was quiet, with only the soft breathing of the two people.
Ji Wanqing could smell a faint scent of disinfectant mixed with a refreshing soapy aroma on him, which inexplicably made her feel at ease.
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