Chapter 244: Ugly Wounds
The driver shook his head vigorously, a trace of red blood seeping from his cracked lips, and there were several scratches on his body left when Chu Qiao pushed him out of the car.
Brother Feng saw that he didn't speak for a long time, so he pushed the driver away and said, "If you're not, don't block the road."
"Zao Zao, don't be so fierce." Chu Qiao reminded softly, then turned to look at the taxi driver: "Master, just say what you want to say."
The driver tremblingly took out an old gray cotton handkerchief from his pocket. Inside the handkerchief was a neatly folded stack of money of varying denominations: one hundred, ten, and fifty yuan.
"That's all I have." The driver said, looking frustrated and bending over.
The driver was in his fifties but looked like he was in his sixties. His face was full of wrinkles, his eyelids were drooping, and his eye bags were as big as salt bags. It was obvious that they were caused by staying up late for many years.
Chu Qiao wrapped the handkerchief and stuffed it back into the driver's pocket: "Go fix the car first."
A male doctor in a white coat, holding a medicine box in his left hand and a photo in his right, ran up to Chu Qiao and said with gestures, "I was asked by Zhao Xiao to treat you."
"Don't worry about me, just disinfect him." Chu Qiao pointed at the taxi driver and said to Brother Feng: "Let's go."
Feng Ge curled his lips: "Did I say something too harsh just now?"
"I understand." Brother Feng usually speaks with moderation, but once he encounters something unfair, his hot temper is revealed.
Chu Qiao did not blame her, as he was too concerned.
Old Liu was standing outside the car door. When he saw Chu Qiao approaching, he immediately opened the back door and bowed respectfully: "Miss Chu, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
In a dark room of the hotel, a pair of eyes looked out the window through the curtains.
"This woman is quite interesting."
In the car, Chu Qiao was clinging to the front seat, and the blood on his back had stained his green jacket, making the back look like he was wearing a tie-dyed jacket.
Brother Feng was extremely anxious: "Hospital, go directly to the hospital."
The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out. In less than ten minutes, it arrived at the nearest hospital.
The hospitals in Woguo are pitifully small. It is said that the people here are in good health. Even if they have minor illnesses or pains, they mainly rely on herbal medicine. Only a handful of people come to the hospital for treatment.
There is no such thing as doctors being divided into different departments. One doctor can treat everything from difficult and complicated diseases to colds and fevers.
Chu Qiao looked at the incomplete medical facilities and the doctor whose disinfection and wound treatment skills were not as good as his own, and suddenly missed Lu Zhan a little. At least with Lu Zhan's suturing skills, he now had several beautiful caterpillars on his back.
The doctor sewed up the wound with a frown. Chu Qiao was worried and frowned: "Brother Feng, take a picture of my back."
Brother Feng had a smile on his face, his hands trembling: "Nothing to see."
"Hurry up and take the photo."
Brother Feng looked at the doctor awkwardly, then looked at the picture on his phone, handed it to Chu Qiao, and walked away.
Chu Qiao's eyes gradually turned sharp from calm, and he looked at Feng Ge in disbelief: "Is this my back?"
Brother Feng suddenly ran to the door: "Let's talk it over. You can't blame the doctor entirely. You already have a lot of scars on your back."
Chu Qiao: "Those scars don't even reach the dermis. They're scratches from tree branches. They're not a big deal. But... what the hell are the rest?"
Chu Qiao's back was covered with red scratches, which were caused by the scrapes she received while trying to survive naked in the jungle. But what made her entire back so unbearable to look at was the newly sutured scars.
These wounds are neither big nor small, and they can heal without sutures. Sutures can speed up the healing process.
But this doctor's suturing technique is really...
Chu Qiao is not someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, nor does she care about appearance, but this obviously unprofessional suturing technique is hard for her to accept.
Chu Qiao said directly: "Excuse me, doctor, can you help me remove it?"
Fengge covered Chu Qiao's mouth with his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense. It's okay if it's ugly. We'll remove the scars after it's done."
Chu Qiao said firmly, "A wound of this size doesn't need to be sutured. Doctor, just give me a tetanus shot, disinfect it, and wrap it with gauze."
The doctor hesitated, looked at Feng Ge, and then at Chu Qiao.
Chu Qiao said impatiently, "I'll be back to Beidou Country soon. I won't cause you any trouble, don't worry."
The doctor had no choice but to give Chu Qiao a tetanus injection, open the wound that had just been sutured, and re-bandage it with a bandage.
Chu Qiao's upper body was wrapped like a mummy, and he stood up with difficulty.
He pulled Feng Ge up and quickly left the hospital: "Let's go back to Beidou directly. The medical conditions here are...too poor."
Brother Feng: "It's not their fault. The place is poor and the technology is not up to par."
…
Chu Qiao's flight was at 11 a.m., and it was already 9:30 a.m., so time was very tight. Lao Liu had good skills and sent Chu Qiao to the airport on time.
Chen Ao booked a first-class cabin for the two of them, but Chu Qiao had no way to rest. She couldn't lean her back and it hurt when she bent over, so she could only sit upright.
When he arrived at Beijin, Chu Qiao's waist was already stiff.
In the car on the way to the hospital, Chu Qiao leaned on Feng Ge's shoulder and murmured, "Looks like I'll have to let Lu Zhan sew it up later."
Brother Feng was stunned: "Lu Zhan hasn't come back yet, their medical team is now in Nigeria."
Chu Qiao sat up straight: "Didn't you say you'd be gone for about half a month? It's already exceeded that time."
"I'm not sure about that. I haven't seen him in the live broadcast room recently." Feng Ge shook his head: "But other doctors' sutures are also good. Don't be picky."
Chu Qiao shrugged: "It doesn't matter. I can't stand Lu Zhan's embroidery needlework either."
…
In the hospital, a doctor named Wang from the surgery department temporarily replaced Lu Zhan and was in charge of Chu Qiao's affairs.
Chu Qiao looked at the back reflected in the mirror. Although this person's technique was not as good as Lu Zhan's, the stitches he made were pretty neat.
Doctor Wang frowned as he sewed up the wound: "Miss Chu, your wound has been left untreated for a long time, and some parts of it have become inflamed."
"I might need to use some medicine to reduce the inflammation, just bear with it."
Chu Qiao nodded.
Doctor Wang poured alcohol on it and rinsed the inflamed wound.
A corrosive pain came from his back. Chu Qiao looked at the photo of the doctor beside him, diverting his attention, his expression motionless.
Doctor Wang looked at Chu Qiao in surprise: "You are truly the most tolerant girl I have ever met. No, the most tolerant person."
Chu Qiao smiled and said, "Whether you scream or not, it hurts the same. If screaming can relieve the pain, the ears of the people around you may have been deafened."
Doctor Wang saw that she could still joke and nodded: "You look good. Your wound will heal soon."
Chu Qiao nodded: "You are better at talking than Dr. Lu."
Doctor Wang was stunned. "He's only better at talking. As for suturing skills, no one in this hospital can match him."
“What a pity…”
Chu Qiao's eyes lit up: "What a pity?"
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