Chapter 155
The wound on Sheng Xiaoxing's shoulder was not long, but slightly deep and required five or six stitches.
As soon as he entered the operating room, he saw a doctor wearing surgical gown and mask, waiting for him with his hands in sterile gloves. The instruments on the operating table were lined up, and the doctors were waiting solemnly.
Sheng Xiaoxing couldn't help but be stunned. This big scene looked like a major operation. He had seen other people perform debridement and suture in a simple treatment room by just applying some disinfectant and anesthetic.
"Please sit here," said the nurse.
Sheng Xiaoxing sat down next to the operating table.
The nurse professionally cut open the clothes on his shoulders with scissors, and another nurse checked his name and reported his vital signs, such as temperature, heart rate, blood pressure...
A sterile sheet was placed on the shoulder, followed by disinfection and then anesthesia.
The nurse with a very friendly face helped him explain every step of the operation, such as why a sterile sheet should be placed around the wound, what kind of anesthesia it was, how many minutes it would take for the anesthetic to take effect, and hoped that he would not be nervous and that there would be no pain during the suturing process.
Sheng Xiaoxing looked at the nurse calmly the whole time.
"Are you ready?" The surgeon and his partner looked at each other.
The partner nodded and looked at the anesthesiologist.
The anesthesiologist said, “It’s OK.”
Sheng Xiaoxing looked at the nurse who was explaining how to relieve his stress: "?"
The nurse caught the doubt in Sheng Xiaoxing's eyes.
Is it necessary to be so exaggerated for just a few stitches?
The nurse maintained a polite smile with a hint of embarrassment. She didn't want to do it, but the people who came today were all important people. Not to mention stitching, even a simple disinfection would definitely be done by the director himself.
Just as the stitching began, another person came in, dressed in the same serious and neat manner, and Sheng Xiaoxing knew it was Fu Yan at a glance.
Fu Yan asked: "What happened?"
The director's hands moved carefully, and while he was stitching, he said, "Don't worry, Mr. Fu, the wound is not deep, about 2.8 mm, and it just broke the subcutaneous fat layer. It is a shallow second-degree laceration." He clamped the end of the thread with the needle holder in his hand and tied a knot neatly. The operation was basically over as soon as it began. "It's done."
The director personally gave some post-operative education, saying that the patient should not get in water for 48 hours, should not swim until healed completely, and should change the dressing regularly.
The wound on his shoulder was treated, as was the scratch on his knee. The moment he fell on the road, a piece of skin on his knee was worn off. The blood and tissue fluid oozing from the wound mixed with the dust on the ground. The wound now looked pitch black, indicating a layer of coagulation. The doctor then helped him disinfect it.
"It's all healed," the director said. "Rest well when you go back. If you feel itchy in the next two days, don't scratch it. If a scab forms, let it fall off naturally to reduce the risk of infection."
"Thank you, doctor," Sheng Xiaoxing nodded.
"No, no, remember to come and change the medicine. Just notify me in advance before you come, Mr. Fu. I'm on standby 24 hours a day," the director said enthusiastically.
"It's hard work," said Fu Yan.
"You're welcome."
After some polite conversation, the director left at the right time, the nurses had to pack up, and Sheng Xiaoxing also walked out of the operating room. Fu Yan frowned slightly and said, "Do you want to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation?"
"No need, they are just minor injuries," Sheng Xiaoxing looked very embarrassed, with his clothes and pants torn, but he remained calm.
"If you want, you can live with me so that I can take care of you."
"No," he refused bluntly, "I have hands and feet, I can take care of myself."
"Duoduo, I received your gift."
Sheng Xiaoxing was stunned. When he handed it over to Xingqi, he had never thought of coming back. After all, he had to fight for his life from the criminals and might lose anything. He didn't expect that Xingqi would be handed over to Brother Yan. He felt an inexplicable heat in his body and said indifferently, "Oh."
He didn't go back to the ward, but looked for the elevator to go back, and Fu Yan walked behind him.
The two of them entered the elevator together.
In addition to its high-end facilities, this private hospital also gives people the feeling of being very bright and clean. There is no smell of disinfectant in the air, but instead a faint fragrance. Even the elevator is wiped clean front and back, and can reflect a complete person's figure. Standing inside is no different from looking in the mirror.
Sheng Xiaoxing didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Brother Yan was always looking at him, staring at the back of his head very intently.
Damn, do you want to suck me again?
Gu...
Subconsciously, I had already issued a warning cry in my heart.
It was already past midnight, almost one o'clock, and it was difficult to get a taxi. Fu Yan couldn't let Duoduo take a taxi back, so he drove him to his doorstep.
Under the starry night sky, only one or two lights were still on in the quiet community. Perhaps the residents had been playing games all night, or perhaps the workers had just returned from their night shift. Before Sheng Xiaoxing got off the car, Fu Yan reminded him, "You don't need to come to the club to work part-time until your injury is healed. You can take paid leave and recover at home."
"I've never heard of a part-time job with paid leave," Sheng Xiaoxing was stubborn. "I will come to the club on time tomorrow."
After saying that, he got out of the car.
Fu Yan got out of the car and watched Duoduo enter the house.
After a while, he took out the little golden toad from his pocket, looked at it attentively for a long time, and then put it back into his pocket.
.....
Not long after Sheng Xiaoxing left the hospital, Song Xingqi and his family also returned to their residence one after another. Fu Chen sent Xingqi home. Song Junhao and his wife were both in tears and happy to see their son return safely.
Out of courtesy, after sending Xingqi home, Fu Chen was about to leave. However, Song Xingqi was very reluctant to let him go: "Fu Chen, are you really going back?!"
Fu Chen changed his shoes at the entrance: "Yes, it's too late, you and aunt and uncle need to rest."
"But I still can't sleep," Song Zhouqi looked at him, his eyes twinkling, his gaze fixed on the man stickier than super glue, "Fu Chen, can't you stay?"
Fu Chen smiled bitterly.
Of course he wanted to stay. Not only did he want to stay, he also wanted to hold Xingxing in his arms all night to prevent her from getting bumped into or kidnapped.
There was also the extreme anger tonight. Although he had a smile on his face, his heart was still unable to contain and calm down. Being calm for many years did not mean that his temper had been smoothed out. On the way here, he planned to make the Boyuan Group disappear completely. From now on, there would be no such family as the Zhang family in Xinhai. Anyone who dared to stand up for the Zhang family would suffer the same fate as the Zhang family.
He would naturally do what he thought of, but he always felt that it was far from enough and the price was not enough.
But if I continue to retaliate, I am afraid that innocent people will be hurt...
Perhaps as the son of Fu Chengye, he inherited a bit of his father's cruelty?
Fu Chen also looked at Xingqi deeply and wanted to hug him. Maybe by hugging his Xingqi, he would calm down.
"Sunday," Fu Chen suppressed his thoughts, "Be obedient and go to rest."
"Woo...ok," Song Xingqi agreed with great difficulty. His head slowly drooped, and his energy seemed to be drained away all at once, like an eggplant hit by frost.
After going through so much today, he really, really wanted to be with Fu Chen.
I wanted to tell Fu Chen what kind of state of mind he and his friends had when they were trapped in a strange place, and how determined they were to escape. Besides these, there are many other things I want to say.
He wanted Fu Chen to stay.
We have to find a way!
Song Junhao and his wife were also seeing Fu Chen off at the entrance. They looked at the man, then at their son, and exchanged glances to decide whether to follow their son's wishes and let Fu Chen stay. After all, the other party had just rescued their son, and the child had suffered two disasters, either being turned into a dog or being kidnapped. It was easy for him to have a trauma in his heart, and he really needed someone who could make him feel at ease to accompany him.
But before they could speak, the son had already given some advice.
Song Xingqi looked at Fu Chen with clear eyes, grinned slightly and made a hissing sound, then held on to the wall and said anxiously: "Fu Chen, my calves seem to be unable to move! Can you take me back to the room?"
The couple: “…………”
Song Junhao: "You just stood there without moving at all."
Song Zhou Xing: “→_→”
Song Junhao: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Liu Xuan felt embarrassed for her adopted son and smiled: "Well, Xiao Fu, it's really too late. If you don't mind our temporary rental apartment, you can stay for a night."
"Sorry to bother you," Fu Chen put on the slippers he had just taken off.
Liu Xuan: “………”
He didn't even say politely.
Song Zhouqi pointed hurriedly: "Fu Chen, my room is over there!!!"
"Okay." It was a bad impression, so was it. Boss Fu also had times when he ran out of patience, so he picked up Xingqi and sent him back to his room.
This small apartment is only rented temporarily. When I rented it, I took into consideration that Zhou Xing would be returning to his hometown soon after the college entrance examination and would not need too much space, so I only rented two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom. If Fu Chen stays tonight, he will have to share a room with Song Xing.
The couple believed in Fu Chen's character and thought it was not appropriate for them to be too intimate when they just started dating. Liu Xuan found the quilt and bedding for sleeping on the floor and brought them to her son's room.
My son's legs have healed and he is in high spirits. He is happily tidying up the sheets of his crib, mumbling: "Fu Chen, my bed is a little small, but it's still okay for the two of us to squeeze in. Besides, I always lie on top of you without realizing it, so you don't have to worry about falling off. The crib is big enough for us to sleep in."
Liu Xuan: “………”
"Ahem," Fu Chen coughed to remind him, signaling his baby to stop talking.
"Mom?" Song Xingqi noticed her mother coming to the door and saw the many things she was holding. She immediately said, "Fu Chen and I can just use one quilt. It's hot, so we don't need to cover ourselves with a full blanket."
"This, uh..." Speechless, decide to leave.
"It's Sunday, and we'll be going to bed soon, so there's no need to tidy up," said Fu Chen.
"Well," Song Xingqi said, "I used to fold the quilt every day when I got up. When I was a Tibetan mastiff, I didn't have to do anything, so I became lazy. Now I sometimes forget."
"It doesn't matter. I'm used to it. If you don't want to fold it, then don't fold it," Fu Chen asked him, "Do you need my help with washing? Is there any pain in your hands and feet?"
Song Xingqi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt. I only have minor scratches on my body, not many, much lighter than Xiao Xing Zijie and the others. I can handle it myself. Fu Chen, I'm going to take a shower first."
"Go ahead."
Song Zhouqi took her pajamas and went out.
Fu Chen looked around the small room for a while. Although Zhou Xing's room was small, things were neatly organized and clean.
After a while, Song Zhouxing came back with wet hair. Fu Chen took the towel from his hand and helped him wipe it for a while. Song Zhouxing was busy looking for a new big towel in his closet: "You can't wear my clothes, and the same goes for my pants. But my dad is fat, and he bought a dozen new underwear a few days ago but never wore them. I'll help you find a pair."
After stuffing a clean big bath towel into Fu Chen's hand, Song Zhouqi hurried out again and brought a new face towel, a new toothbrush and a new cup.
"You go to sleep first, I'll come later," said Fu Chen.
"Yeah," Song Zhouqi sat on the bed.
Fu Chen went to the bathroom to wash up. In order not to disturb his parents' rest on Sunday, he asked Chen Yuan to bring him suitable clothes the next morning and he would just make do with them for the night.
After taking a shower, he wrapped the towel around his waist, opened the door, and almost bumped into Song Junhao. Song Junhao came to relieve himself, and there was only one bathroom for the whole family. There was nothing he could do. Song's father groaned and said sorry: "I was just about to knock on the door and you opened it."
"It's okay, I've finished washing too," Fu Chen was also a little embarrassed, "Uncle, I'm sorry, there are no suitable clothes for me over there on Sunday."
"I understand, your models are very different," Song Junhao understood completely, "Then, I'll go in and relieve myself."
"You're welcome."
Fu Chen moved aside to open the door. Song Junhao wanted to go in, but felt that he couldn't. The house was not big to begin with, and the bathroom was even smaller. Now there was a tall man over 1.9 meters tall standing inside, making the already tight space even smaller.
Fu Chen also realized this: "Uncle, why don't I come out first?"
"Yes, yes, you come out first," Song Junhao nodded repeatedly.
Fu Chen came out and Song Junhao went in. Before closing the door, Song's father glanced at Fu Chen's sturdy figure, then looked at his own slightly fat belly, shook his head and sighed, thinking that it was true that comparison would make one feel dreadful.
Arriving at Zhou's room, Fu Chen turned the doorknob and went in.
Song Zhou was leaning on the bed for half a week, with a pillow on his back and his hands on the quilt grabbing the quilt cover.
Although he and Fu Chen had slept in the same bed many times, and each time they were very intimate, either he was lying on top of the other or nestled tightly in the man's arms. Even when he slept crookedly, his head or paws would touch a part of Fu Chen's body. Logically, he should have been used to it. However, tonight was the first time they slept together after they confirmed their relationship.
Song Zhouqi blushed.
His heart was beating so fast that it almost hit his throat. His little Adam's apple kept swallowing up and down. His eyes were wide open. When Fu Chen came in wearing only a bath towel, he felt like his head was on fire. A bunch of messy images rushed into his mind.
Boom, the slightly blushing face turned into a bloody red.
Originally, Fu Chen didn't think much about it, but when he saw Xingqi's face was very red and the words "I'm thinking about it" were clearly engraved on his forehead, he couldn't help but jump somewhere.
It's really killing me.
"Sunday," Fu Chen sat down next to him, his voice rougher than usual, but he said seriously, "I don't plan on doing anything crazy tonight."
“.......”
I've been seen through. Embarrassing.
Song Zhouqi slid into the quilt, covered his head and acted like a quail.
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