Dyed

Ying'an City, a military hospital.

Ming Chengyou just remembered to take off his coat before getting out of the car, the car body was splashed with mud, he slammed the car door and walked in with his arms around Fu Ran's shoulders.

"I can walk by myself."

Ming Chengyou's eyes touched her red and swollen wound, and he insisted on hugging her regardless of Fu Ran's objection.

He went straight to the third floor without queuing up for registration. He asked Fu Ran to sit on the chair outside the outpatient clinic, and Ming Chengyou knocked on the door of the doctor's office to enter.

It took only about ten minutes before he waved to Fu Ran at the door.

The pain was severe, and a patient who came out stared at her unkindly.

Fu Ran has a thin skin, so Ming Chengyou must have joined the team and was tough. Seeing her slow speed, Ming Chengyou simply grabbed Fu Ran and dragged her in.

Sitting in front of the office was a doctor in a white coat. He was in his early fifties, and his nameplate said Director of the Department of Orthopedics.

Next to him was a small follower, an intern in his 20s.

Fu Ran was pushed down on the stool by Ming Chengyou, and he carefully raised her hand, "Uncle Song, is this hand okay?"

The doctor raised his glasses and reached out to grab Fu Ran's arm, "How did you make it like this?"

"I accidentally dropped it." Fu Ran replied.

"You'll have to take a film to find out," the doctor gestured and exerted force on her elbow, and before she could speak, she heard Fu Ran's cry of pain, "It seems that the injury is not serious, go take a film first, and come back to treat the wound."

Fu Ran thought it was unlucky that something like this happened to her during the Chinese New Year.

After filming, Ming Chengyou brought them back to the office. Dr. Song is an expert clinic and there are many registered patients who want to see them. The interns brought them into the inner room.

"This kind of thing should be handed over to the nurse, but the master said that the people brought by the third young master should be extra careful, so I left it to me to deal with the wound."

With his back on his back to prepare the tools, Fu Ran was shocked when he saw the alcohol cotton ball and the small tweezers, which had not been disinfected yet, but the wounds were repulsively painful.

Ming Chengyou sat beside her and laughed at her, "How big a person is, I can't bear the pain."

When the intern wiped Fu Ran's wound with a cotton ball, and she gritted her teeth in pain and her cheeks were flushed, Ming Chengyou's smiling face gradually tightened.

After that, his brows were frowned, and his hands on his knees were clenched tightly.

Fu Ran's hand subconsciously pulled back, and the intern squeezed her wrist tightly, seeing the skin around Fu Ran turn white due to his exertion.

Ming Chengyou's face turned iron blue.

Fu Ran bit her lower lip, her face was like a transparent white paper.

"Don't move." The intern yelled.

The cotton balls were soaked red one by one, and uncoagulated blood flowed out.

The veins on the back of Ming Chengyou's hands tensed up.

"It's not easy for me to deal with the wound like this. Is it so painful?"

The intern was swept aside by a force, "Which fucking school did you graduate from?"

Fu Ran raised her head in astonishment, it seemed that this was the first time she heard Ming Chengyou speak foul language after two years.

"Do you treat people like corpses dissected in a laboratory? It won't hurt, will it?"

"..." Fu Ran raised her eyes, feeling uncomfortable no matter what she said.

Ming Chengyou reached out to take the tool tray, pulled the chair and sat opposite Fu Ran, and said to the intern doctor, "Go out, get in the way."

"Don't," Fu Ran didn't dare to bother this master, isn't this just adding salt to the wound, she said to Ming Chengyou angrily, "You are not a doctor, what are you messing with?"

Ming Chengyou grabbed her hand vigorously, picked up a ball of alcohol cotton, but did not wash it immediately, he leaned over and breathed carefully on the injured part of her arm.

The coolness relieved a lot of pain. He wiped it carefully with a cotton ball, and repeated it.

The intern stood by to 'observe', the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

If he wants to follow Ming Chengyou's example, it's no wonder his new girlfriend doesn't kill him.

After bandaging the wound and going out, Ming Chengyou fetched the film, and Dr. Song watched it for a long time without speaking.

At first Fu Ran thought it was just a skin injury, but seeing his calm face, Fu Ran's heart couldn't help suspending following the change in his expression.

Dr. Song raised his glasses, "It's not a serious problem, but I need to stay in the hospital for observation overnight, and hang a few bottles of water first to reduce inflammation."

Fu Ran was surprised, "I still need to be hospitalized? Can you hang up the water and go home, and come back tomorrow for a re-examination."

"No." Although Dr. Song spoke tepidly, his eyes were sharp.

He glanced at the reluctance on Fu Ran's face, "This is for your own good, what a beautiful girl, if her limbs are amputated due to infection, wouldn't it be entirely my responsibility."

Fu Ran felt cold sweat dripping down, what a big deal it was so bloody.

"If I let you stay, you can stay here, isn't it just for one night?" Ming Chengyou took the film from Dr. Song's hand, "Let's go and go through the hospitalization procedures."

Fu Ran walked out of the office with great reluctance, and saw a man in a white coat coming to shake hands with Ming Chengyou from afar.

He turned around and pointed at Fu Ran who didn't know what he said, but when she approached, he heard only one sentence in his ear.

"We're going to stay here for one night and try to find a way to get a suite."

Fu Ran's blood flowed backwards, seeing the ambiguous smile in the doctor's eyes, "What the third young master needs is naturally the best."

In less than a quarter of an hour, Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou came to the inpatient department.

The so-called suite is on the fifth floor. Open the door and go in. If it weren't for the mild but lingering smell of disinfectant, Fu Ran almost thought she was walking into a star-rated hotel.

The walls are not the white color that is unique to the hospital, and there are all kinds of bathrooms in the dining room. Ming Chengyou went in first and walked around, "The environment is not bad, staying here for one night will not wrong you."

"I don't think there is any need to be hospitalized," Fu Ran insisted standing at the door, "Doctor Song should make a fuss."

Ming Chengyou dragged her in, "Let me tell you, it's okay to say this in front of me. Uncle Song and my father are family friends, and he is an authority in orthopedics. If he hears you say that, he will pinch you in anger." You can't die."

In the doctor's office, Doctor Song shook his head. Ming Chengyou was the one he wanted to strangle to death the most.

He was famous all his life, hanging pot to help the world.

Fu Ran sat on the edge of the bed, remembering that her bag was still in the car, "Go back first."

Ming Chengyou turned on the TV, "I'm here to accompany you."

"I'll just call my mother later."

"Your mother is not as good as me, and I have to worry about it here, and the mood of celebrating the New Year is gone."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.

Two female nurses came in, each pushing a cart with drip bottles, thermometers and other items on it.

The other person took a set of hospital gowns and walked up to Fu Ran, "Put on the clothes and get ready for an IV."

Her left hand was wrapped like a rice dumpling, not to mention a pullover, and even taking off her trousers was difficult.

The nurse put the gown on her bed and went to the other person to check the medicine.

Ming Chengyou walked over and said to the two nurses, "Go out, she is too thin-skinned to change clothes in front of others."

Fu Ran raised his eyes to look at him.

Ming Chengyou took the hospital gown, "I'll take it off for you."