Chapter 128: Forced to Wear Plaster
Chu Qiao saw a woman at the other end of the corridor reading the instructions for a voice-controlled light.
Chu Qiao raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Sister Ao, they are trying to control the lights. Don't be so surprised. How about this, I'll take you to the car. You go home first and I'll take a taxi later."
Chen Ao wanted to show off, but when he saw the three big words "Morgue" next to him, his throat felt dry and his voice was hoarse: "Can you do it yourself?"
Chu Qiao held her shoulders and helped her turn: "Sister Ao, are you kidding?"
Chen Ao nodded: "I'll let Brother Feng come to pick you up. She's very brave."
When Chu Qiao returned to the corridor again, the woman had already returned to the ward.
The moonlight shone through the glass in the corridor onto the wall, reflecting Chu Qiao's reflection. The distorted and enlarged reflection looked particularly terrifying.
Chu Qiao looked at the reflection and smiled. Fortunately, he had asked Sister Ao to go back, otherwise this shadow would have scared her as well.
The door to the VIP floor was opened, and the lights were on in a room on the entire floor.
Chu Qiao pushed the door open and walked in. Lu Zhan was lying on the table with a small white pulse bag under his arm. His brows were slightly furrowed, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the loose hair on his forehead covered one eye.
Lu Zhan seemed very sleepy and tired, and didn't notice his arrival at all.
Chu Qiao looked at his ankle and found that it was no longer a big deal.
Tiptoeing to leave.
"Are you here?" Chu Qiao just turned around when a hoarse voice came from behind him.
"Doctor Lu, I'm fine. You go to sleep first." Chu Qiao smiled awkwardly. She had to trouble others to wait for a whole night just for such a minor injury. Sister Ao must have been poisoned by capitalism.
Lu Zhan ruffled his sleep-messy hair and said, "Come in quickly. I charge by the hour. The longer you delay, the more you'll charge."
Chu Qiao knew he was joking and sat down on the chair: "You'll see when you see it, there's nothing wrong with me at all."
Lu Zhan frowned, irritated by Chu Qiao's clothes that were so dirty that they were unsuitable for public viewing.
As soon as Chu Qiao saw the look in his eyes, he knew that his obsessive-compulsive disorder was annoying.
Chu Qiao patted his clothes, and the dust around him made Lu Zhan frown.
Chu Qiao patted him twice symbolically, then spread his hands and said, "Doctor Lu, just make do with it. I'll come back to see you next time after I've cleaned myself up."
Lu Zhan subconsciously felt that Chu Qiao's words... were not right, and blurted out: "Wash yourself clean, what do you want from me?"
Chu Qiao's eyes widened, and he reacted instantly: "See a doctor... I'm sick and need treatment."
Lu Zhan suppressed his laughter and said, "Roll up your trouser legs."
Chu Qiao rolled up his trouser legs, crossed his legs, and revealed his slightly red ankles.
"I've already sprayed the medicine, it's no big deal."
Lu Zhan squatted down and pinched Chu Qiao's bones with his hands. His brows relaxed and his expression became much more relaxed.
"The bones are fine. Did you take the insurance?"
Chu Qiao was stunned: "How did you know?"
"I watched your video. Your ankle is severely swollen. It's impossible for it to recover so quickly without taking medication."
Speaking of insurance, Chu Qiao wondered, "What exactly is an insurance?"
Lu Zhan took out a red pill from the cabinet and placed it in Chu Qiao's hand. "This is a safety pill. It's an emergency medicine, usually used for severe injuries or internal bleeding. Usually, take one pill orally with warm water or rice wine. For external injuries, you can also use white wine to bloom and apply it to the swollen and painful area."
Chu Qiao nodded. No wonder the swelling on his ankle had subsided a lot after two days of applying the medicine. It turned out to be the effect of the safety pill.
Lu Zhan suddenly brought out bandages and a big box.
Chu Qiao was stunned when he saw the words on the box. Plaster?
"Doctor Lu, I don't think it's necessary."
“Don’t question the doctor casually.”
Chu Qiao stepped back reluctantly: "I can run and jump now."
Chu Qiao didn't want to stay in a plaster cast and not move. She still had little Snow Leopard to take care of, and she also had to find time to visit Dabai.
Lu Zhan frowned deeply: "Don't jump around. There's water in your right foot. Why are you jumping around like that?"
Chu Qiao was stunned and sat in his seat silently.
"You... do it." Stagnant water is no joke.
Lu Zhan took out a tape measure to measure the width of Chu Qiao's ankle and the height of the injured area, and then took out a plaster bandage.
Lu Zhan carefully soaked the plaster in water.
"Stretch your foot out here." Lu Zhan fixed Chu Qiao's ankle with plaster and then tied it up with a plaster bandage.
At this time, the plaster had not yet completely solidified. He pinched Chu Qiao's ankle, turning it back and forth, adjusting the position of the ankle. After two minutes, Lu Zhan stopped and determined the position.
"Hold on, don't move."
Chu Qiao is no stranger to plastering, and now he has to wait for the plaster to solidify.
Chu Qiao looked at the instruments around him and suddenly thought of the instruments in the camp.
He half-smiled and said, "The equipment in the hospital must be very expensive. Did Zhang Jian send it back?"
Lu Zhan paused, his movements hurt. “Send it away.”
Chu Qiao: "Doctor Lu seems to lack confidence in me. He even prepared a ventilator and a vibrator for me?"
Lu Zhan pinched the plaster and said, "Correct it. It's prepared for everyone."
Chu Qiao nodded, his eyes dancing: "Doctor Lu is really thoughtful."
Lu Zhan gently put Chu Qiao's foot down. "Alright, take a break and don't move your foot around. Although your foot was repositioned immediately, it's been overworked, so it's going to take a while to recover. It'll take at least two weeks."
"Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Lu." Chu Qiao stood up and was about to limp out.
Lu Zhan suddenly spoke from behind her: "Did you forget something?"
Chu Qiao wailed inwardly. Sure enough, a man as meticulous as him would definitely not forget the 50,000 yuan. He had even thought about holding onto it for a few more days before returning it to him. Now...
Chu Qiao turned his head reluctantly, quickly opened the system in his mind, and prepared to withdraw cash.
He said, "Money, right? I'll give it to you now, just wait."
"Who said I wanted money?"
"No money, what do you want?"
Lu Zhan knocked on the table: "Where's the snow lotus I promised you?"
Chu Qiao suddenly realized and looked at Lu Zhan with an embarrassed look on his face: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have gotten it for you."
Chu Qiao quickly opened his backpack and took out the flattened snow lotus. The snow lotus flowers were pressed together because they were stacked together.
Chu Qiao tore it roughly, and tore one flower in two or three strokes.
Lu Zhan frowned, he couldn't bear to watch it any longer.
Suddenly he stepped forward and pushed aside the chair Chu Qiao was sitting on. "I'll do it."
Lu Zhan held a pair of tweezers in his right hand, disinfected them with alcohol, and held a needle-like surgical instrument in his left hand. He gently moved the petals along the texture of the petals with his left hand, and pinched the petals with his right hand to peel off the overlapping petals.
Lu Zhan moved very slowly, fearing that he would accidentally break it.
After more than ten minutes, a flower was completely peeled. Chu Qiao looked at him with his head lowered, concentrating, and couldn't help but admire: "Doctor Lu is not only good at surgery, but also good at needlework."
Lu Zhan glanced at her lightly, obviously disagreeing.
"If you want to say I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, you can be more direct."
Chu Qiao curled his lips: "Doctor Lu, you're overthinking it."
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