The reborn movie queen is rebellious and the villain boss surrenders obediently

Qiao Xingcan's heart that had just been relieved was once again in doubt, and he thought to himself: Could this be the legendary silencing of witnesses?

With his heart beating faster, Qiao Xingcan seriously thought about whether it was too late to call the police now.

The knocking on the door continued. After a brief hesitation, she picked up a bottle of red wine and moved it behind the door, pressing her body tightly against the door. She still planned to discuss it with the 'gangster' outside the door first.

"I didn't see anything, let's go!"

The knocking on the door suddenly stopped, and there was silence outside the door for a few seconds. Suddenly, a familiar deep voice came, "Qiao Xingcan, it's me!"

Hearing Qi Zhan's voice outside the door, Qiao Xingcan was stunned for five seconds, and then his anxious heart calmed down inexplicably.

She slowly opened the door a crack, and after confirming who was at the door, she opened the door with confidence.

Qi Zhan's face turned pale, and his tightly held left arm was still bleeding. He was half-leaning against the wall, his expression showing fatigue.

Qiao Xingcan quickly calmed down and helped him into the room.

After helping him sit on the sofa, Qiao Xingcan didn't have time to ask why, so he picked up his cell phone and prepared to call 120.

But Qi Zhan stopped him, "Don't let anyone know I'm here, at least not these days!"

Although Qiao Xingcan didn't know why, he still put down his phone obediently.

She glanced at Qi Zhan's arm, which was still bleeding, forced herself to calm down, and turned to find the first aid kit.

Fortunately, big hotels like this always prepare professional first aid kits, and she found them without any effort.

Qiao Xingcan used scissors to cut off Qi Zhan's sleeve that was stuck to the wound bit by bit, and asked, "Why are you in Yucheng?"

Qi Zhan lowered his eyes and stared at Qiao Xingcan, and said lightly, "Let's talk about the project."

Qiao Xingcan lowered his head and continued to cut his sleeves, "Then why are you injured?"

"The conversation fell apart."

Qiao Xingcan paused when he heard the movement of his hand, and silently complained in his heart: You are really concise and concise!But he didn't continue to ask.

The cuffs were finally cut open, revealing the wound on Qi Zhan's forearm, which was four to five inches long!

The wound was so thick with blood that the depth could not be seen clearly, and blood was still oozing out.

Qiao Xingcan wiped away the blood around his wound with an alcohol cotton swab, and then rinsed the wound with alcohol to disinfect his wound.

She raised her head and saw Qi Zhan frowning slightly, and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you feel any pain?"

"pain."

"Then why are you silent?"

Qi Zhan asked her, "Can you not ask such mentally retarded questions? I can stop the pain just by saying a word?"

Qiao Xingcan's eyebrows twitched and she cursed in her heart: OK!You are noble and great, please don’t cry later!

She carefully checked the depth of Qi Zhan's wound and said seriously, "The wound is quite deep and needs to be sutured."

Qi Zhan raised his eyebrows, "Can you also stitch up wounds?"

Qiao Xingcan said calmly, "Have you never seen pork before or seen pigs running away?"

In fact, she had learned some basic skills from the director of the orphanage since she was a child. Before she became an adult, she worked as a medical volunteer in disaster areas. She was able to suture wounds easily. She said this deliberately to scare Qi Zhan.

Sure enough, he frowned and said, "You use me as your trainer?"

Qiao Xingcan narrowed his eyes, "What else? You won't let me call 120!"

Qi Zhan was silent for two seconds, then suddenly raised the corners of his lips, leaned back on the sofa fearlessly, and said calmly, "Sew it up, if I die, the Qi family will make you die for me."

Qiao Xingcan knew that he was joking, so she didn't even bother to roll her eyes. She lowered her head and rummaged through the first aid box, but she found no needle and thread for suturing in the first aid box.

She had an idea and ran back to the bedroom to remove a piece of thin wire from the handmade beads on her clothes.

Qi Zhan watched her skillfully bend one end of the thin wire into the shape of a needle eye, bake it on a lighter for a while, and then wipe it several times with alcohol.

Then he took out a thin thread from the clothes and soaked it in alcohol for a while.

After completing this set of preparations, Qiao Xingcan said nervously, "There is no anesthetic here, you can only endure it, or do you want to drink some wine to numb it?"

It was also her first time to give stitches to someone without anesthesia.

Qi Zhan still looked calm and said, "No, just sew it up."

Qiao Xingcan took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

She held the needle and thread steadily with her right hand and passed it through Qi Zhan's flesh, one stitch, two stitches, three stitches...

Qiao Xingcan looked up at Qi Zhan from time to time. His face was visibly pale, his brows were furrowed, and veins popped out on his forehead. It could be seen that he was trying his best to endure.

After finally finishing the last stitch, Qiao Xingcan's back was already soaked with sweat. After she stopped moving, her right hand couldn't stop trembling, like a stress reaction after being nervous.

Qi Zhan didn't make a sound the whole time, and his super endurance was beyond Qiao Xingcan's knowledge. In addition to being full of admiration, she also felt a little distressed.

She calmed down for a while, then applied a layer of anti-inflammatory medicine on him, and then wrapped it with gauze.

Qi Zhan seemed to have lost all strength and leaned motionless on the sofa for a long time without opening his eyes.

Qiao Xingcan looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly put her hand under his nose to explore.

Qi Zhan seemed to have a third eye on his forehead, his voice was hoarse and he said feebly, "He's not dead yet!"

Only then did Qiao Xingcan retract his hand with confidence.

After treating the wound, it was already past ten o'clock, and the next step was to think about how to sleep.

Qiao Xingcan touched his chin and said, "You're injured, so it's hard for you to sleep on the sofa. But I have to get up early tomorrow morning to film, and sleeping on the sand will definitely affect my sleep! Otherwise, I will help you find a room again?"

Qi Zhan said without raising his head or opening his eyes, "Identity verification is required to open a room. I told you not to let anyone know I'm here!"

Before Qiao Xingcan could answer, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her, his deep eyes showing no emotion, "Don't worry, let's sleep together!"

Qiao Xingcan's pupils suddenly trembled, and he looked at the serious Qi Zhan in disbelief. He stepped back and stammered, "No...isn't it appropriate?"

Qi Zhan glanced at her sideways and said calmly, "Don't think too much, such a big bed is enough for one person to sleep in half!"

Qiao Xingcan is not a coy person, and besides, when both of them are sober, they are relatively safe.

The two of them lay down on each side of the bed. It seemed that there was a boundary between the Chu River and Han Dynasty in the middle, and at least two people could sleep there.

After turning off the lights in the room, the room was eerily silent.

Just when Qiao Xingcan thought Qi Zhan had fallen asleep, she heard him suddenly ask, "Are you really not curious about what happened?"

In the darkness, Qiao Xingcan opened his eyes and said seriously, "I don't want to know about your affairs. The more I know, the more dangerous it will be!"

Qi Zhan sneered, "There are a lot of crooked ways, and the awareness of precautions is quite strong!"

Qiao Xingcan's eyes rolled, but he made no sound.

After a long while of silence, the two of them fell asleep with their own thoughts on their minds.

Just after six o'clock the next day, Qiao Xingcan was woken up by a knock on the door.

She sat up sleepily and left the bedroom. As soon as she walked to the living room, she saw Qi Zhan holding the lamp on the bedside table in his uninjured hand, standing one meter away from the door, his face full of vigilance.