Wanderer

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Bai Yunqi realized that he had lost control of his emotions.

His eyes flicked across Wen Hai's face quickly, and his expression calmed down after breathing in and out, and he added a gentle ending to the sentence "forced question" just now: "...why is the bleeding?"

The TV in the living room was on, and Wen Hai was preoccupied with listening to the commentator’s explanation of the game. He didn’t seem to notice Bai Yunqi’s anomaly just now. He only reacted after hearing the last sentence: “Oh, I was scratched when I arrested someone today."

Seeing his calm reaction, Bai Yunqi didn't take it seriously, "The injury isn't serious, is it?"

"Almost cut off the root artery, but my life is better."

"..."

Wen Hai didn't know that the opposite person's chest was already full of hostility, "comforting" said: "It's okay, there was a lot of bleeding when I went to the hospital, and it has stopped now."

"You..." Bai Yunqi's voice didn't sound right because he tried his best to suppress the surging anger, so he swallowed his saliva before he managed to calm down and said, "It seems to be oozing blood again."

"Wen Hai looked down, "Maybe the wound is open, it's fine, I can't die. "

At this very moment, Bai Yunqi felt personally that Wen Hai was inexplicably furious at the parent meeting night, and his whole heart was burned by that evil fire, but he was more useless than Wen Hai when he was angry—not only did he have nothing to let He threw it, and even his face couldn't change.

Putting his hands in his coat pockets and pinching himself hard, Bai Yunqi said in a deep voice, "Re-bandage, I'll get the bandages."

Wen Hai frowned, probably out of trouble.

Bai Yunqi didn't give him a chance to speak, threw his schoolbag to the entrance, went directly to get the bandage under the TV cabinet, and asked, "Did the doctor prescribe any medicine for you?"

Wen Hai thought for a few seconds before saying, "I forgot to get in the car, I'll get it tomorrow."

"..." Bai Yunqi said "calm down" silently, and took out the bandages, medical cotton balls, medical cotton swabs, iodophor, and scissors, "Is the wound long?"

Wen Hai replied professionally: "Cut the wound, [-] centimeters."

Bai Yunqi turned to look at him with a bunch of things in his arms.

"It may be used when writing a case report." Wen Hai thought it was a normal reason, "I asked the doctor to measure it before bandaging."

"...Didn't the doctor tell you to go to the psychiatrist?"

Wen Hai sat on the sofa and looked up at Bai Yunqi, who was standing there suddenly feeling oppressed, and moved aside uncomfortably, "Don't think that I dare not beat you because I hurt my hand."

"You don't know it." Bai Yunqi said in his heart, "You can't bear to use your strength to flick my brains."

The gauze was carefully torn apart, revealing a bloody wound. Although the doctor had already debrided the wound, two stitches were placed in the deepest part of the wound, which was shocking enough to make one's heart tense.

Bai Yunqi wiped away the blood around the wound without saying a word, looked at the shallower wound carefully, and after confirming that there were no cracks again, he picked up the bandage and wrapped it round and round.

The light in the living room was rather dim, and because he was worried that he might not be able to see clearly, he moved his face very close, and his moist and hot breath swept over the throbbing wound. Bai Yunqi quickly grabbed the wrist.

"Don't move!" Bai Yunqi frowned, "If you move again, it will ooze blood again. Your injury is difficult to heal."

Wen Hai: "..."

As soon as Bai Yunqi spoke, the breath he exhaled was like a tongue licking from his wound, and the spine immediately "numbed" in respect.

In fact, Wen Hai also noticed one more thing: the location and direction of his wounds are indeed very "standard", the horizontal and vertical bandages are not thorough, and it is unrealistic to directly wrap them into a pig's trotters, and the twists and turns are so bizarre that the newcomer The little nurse held the bandage and gestured for a long time, seeing that she was about to cry before she put on a complete "clothes" for the wound.However, Bai Yunqi was particularly comfortable in dressing up, and the whole set of movements was smooth and smooth. Unless he had participated in some field survival training or medical training, otherwise there was only one possibility of "becoming a good doctor after a long illness".

He stared at the wounds on Bai Yunqi's hands. Those wounds were so fine that you couldn't see them unless you looked closely, but at such a close distance, the wounds covering the palms and palms couldn't help but be creepy—this couldn't be The tragic situation that can be formed overnight must be an extremely long-lasting torture.

Wen Hai thought to himself: What kind of wound is this?scald?Stab?cut create?Allergy scars? ...Why don't you take a picture and show it to Qi Jun?

The two of them calmly worried about each other, making the atmosphere of a serious medical dressing more and more ambiguous.

"Does it still hurt?" Bai Yunqi asked after finishing bandaging, "It may hurt occasionally for a few days."

Wen Hai said expressionlessly, "It hurts like hell."

Bai Yunqi also looked at him expressionlessly, and raised his hand to scratch Wen Hai's palm. "Fly in pain!"

Wen Hai: "..."

The two laughed together on the sofa, Wen Hai laughed and scolded: "How old are you, Bai Xiaoqi, you are too shameless."

Bai Yunqi looked at the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "I see other parents coaxing their children like this, does it still hurt?"

Wen Hai originally wanted to say that he had never seen such a coaxing person since kindergarten, but he was reminded by Bai Yunqi's words, thinking that the father in front of him didn't care about his mother or love him, and he probably hadn't even attended kindergarten, so he turned the topic around I turned in a direction and said: "It still hurts, why not chant a mantra and find someone to take care of it for me."

"Yeah." Bai Yunqi stared at the bandage and said in a low voice, "Then let me take care of you."

"What did you say?" Wen Hai didn't hear clearly.

Bai Yunqi said solemnly: "I said... then let me take care of you from now on, I'm more prone to beatings."

He looked at Wen Hai's eyes without the slightest sense of joking, as if he was swearing an unswerving oath until death.

Wen Hai's eyes moved slightly, and he still joked to himself: "How can it be done, it's better for one person to hurt half of it."

Bai Yunqi's tone carried an ambiguous smile: "Okay, half of each person."

"..." Wen Hai felt more and more that the topic was becoming less and less serious, so he changed his strategy and changed the conversation to when Bai Yunqi first entered the door, "What did you want to tell me just now?"

Bai Yunqi said indifferently: "Oh, there is a physics competition training camp during the winter vacation, which is closed. Teacher Fang wants me to follow along."

"Isn't it too late for you to start the race?"

"Yeah." Bai Yunqi tidied up the coffee table, and put the pile of medical supplies back in place before Wen Hai's obsessive-compulsive disorder flared up. "It's pure interest."

"That's pretty good." Wen Hai nodded, "Go if you want, you don't have to worry about other things."

He was ready to be an ATM machine.

Bai Yunqi was so blocked that he had nothing to say, so he responded casually, picked up his schoolbag and went into the study.

Wen Hai stared at the direction he left thoughtfully, and after a long time, he turned his head and smiled softly, took out his mobile phone and called Wen Zefeng.

The speed of answering the phone over there was very fast, Wen Zefeng only said "um", indicating that he was listening.

"Is that case overdue?" Wen Hai asked.

Wen Zefeng didn't ask him which case it was, and said directly: "There are too many people and things involved, and I can't find the root cause. I have picked everyone on the surface, and I am going to close the case immediately."

Wen Hai squeezed the phone tightly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I see, I'm fine, you go to bed early."

"Are you disappointed?"

The second hand moved by one frame, Wen Hai said flatly: "No, I'm used to it."

"I think if you are disappointed with something, you should either change it or adapt to it." Wen Zefeng said, "It is a cowardly behavior to neither accept nor face it. Are you willing to do this?"

"Well, I am willing."

"..."

"Aren't you disappointed to have a son like me?"

"Nonsense!" Wen Zefeng faintly scolded, and then reacted, sighing: "I'm used to it too."

Another moment of silence.

Wen Zefeng found out that Wen Hai's undercover work in the early years was really not for nothing, and he could really hide the matter in his heart, so he took the initiative to mention it: "You only said that Bai Yunqi was Xiaoan's cousin and had a bad relationship with his family, why didn't you tell us he was Whose child."

Wen Hai was startled, but didn't answer.

"Born by Bokang's lover, right?" Wen Zefeng said, "Don't you dislike him, why do you have the time to help him raise a cheap son?"

Wen Hai said coldly: "Did you check Xiaoqi's account?"

"Xiao Qi..." Wen Zefeng couldn't help laughing after hearing Wen Hai's address to Bai Yunqi, "Suddenly there is another person beside my son, so I can't care about it?"

No matter how awkward he heard his words, Wen Hai coughed and said, "It's getting late, you should rest."

Wen Zefeng didn't ask any more questions, even uncharacteristically, he said "good night" to Wen Hai, and finally told him "It's almost winter, take care of your health when you go out to work".

Wen Hai, who had hardly enjoyed the treatment of "asking for warmth" at Wen Zefeng's place, was a little flattered, and thought for a while that he had finally done something that made Wen Zefeng happy.

Not long after he hung up the phone, Bai Yunqi came out from the study with a water glass to pick up the water. Seeing him, he said displeasedly, "Can't you pay more attention?"

Wen Hai didn't understand what he meant at first, followed his gaze to look at his left hand, turned over the palm resting on the armrest of the sofa in embarrassment, and said vaguely: "I didn't hold it down."

Bai Yunqi didn't believe him, put down the water glass, walked over, took Wen Hai's hand and looked at it carefully again, and frowned, "Do you have some kind of central nervous system disorder?"

He said casually, but Wen Hai really nodded, "In the early years, I fell into a ravine and suffered a head injury. I almost died there on the spot."

Bai Yunqi froze, staring at him with an uncertain expression, "What's going on?"

Wen Hai said again: "You're kidding."

"..." Bai Yunqi exhaled, and said, "I'll make breakfast these few days, your hands are not convenient."

Wen Hai thought for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Okay... have you cooked at home before?"

Bai Yunqi glanced at him, then lowered his head, as if he had become very interested in Wen Hai's severed palm print, and said, "My grandma won't let me into the kitchen."

"Well, the old man may be afraid of hurting you."

"She won't even let me touch the dishes." Bai Yunqi said flatly, "She thinks the things I touched are dirty."

Wen Hai: "..."

Bai Yunqi skipped over the topic just now without a trace: "But when she's not at home, I always secretly cook for myself, and the craftsmanship is actually pretty good."

Wen Hai didn't speak, and seemed to be attracted by the palm of his own hand.

Bai Yunqi was very disturbed by his reaction, and confirmed, "Then shall I make breakfast tomorrow?"

Wen Hai nodded, and it wasn't until Bai Yunqi finished receiving the water and was about to return to the study that he opened his mouth and said, "Although the dead are the most important..."

Bai Yunqi paused and looked back at him puzzled.

"...But old people will inevitably be confused." Wen Hai thought for a long time before he came up with the euphemistic expression "your grandma is farting", "you don't have to take it to heart."

Bai Yunqi: "..."

It's really hard for this guy to come up with such an argument.