In the flash of lightning, Fei Zheng quickly got up and forced the machine to shut down, but the knife surface still brushed through Cheng Lang's right palm in an instant.

Rosa and Su Shan gasped.

There was no sound in Xu Qiao's ears for a moment, and everything in his sight seemed to have become a suffocating slow motion.

She gasped and found her mind back. In a blink of an eye, she saw Cheng Lang's palms bleeding. She quickly took off the protective gloves stained by gypsum slurry, grabbed his hand and pressed the wound, and incoherently shouted behind her: "Hearing, something that stops bleeding..."

Fei Zheng and Rosa both started to move.

The two of them deal with metalworking machinery all day long, and their emergency response was quite agile. Rosa brought the long-standing medicine box and took out the clean gauze. Fei Zheng took over Xu Qiao and held Cheng Lang's hand, put the gauze on the gauze to put pressure on the wound, while observing the depth of the knife edge.

Xu Qiao was anxious next to him, muttering: "Is it serious? Is it serious? Do you want to call an ambulance..." As he said that, he used his blood-stained hands to take out his shirt pocket and search for his cell phone.

"It's okay, a minor injury." Cheng Lang recovered from the dull pain, picked up a wet towel on the table next to him with his left hand and handed it over, stopped her, "Wipe first."

Xu Qiao took the wet towel and wanted to wipe his hands.

He blocked her with his left hand and said calmly: "I said to wipe it for yourself."

Xu Qiao was stunned and looked up at him.

His lips were a little pale, and his forehead was filled with sweat, but the corners of his mouth were actually raised and smiling.

"Doesn't it hurt you?" Xu Qiao's eyes were so anxious that they turned red.

Compared to the pain, what was more uncomfortable for Cheng Lang was actually palpitations. When she saw her fingers reaching straight towards the cutting machine, her heart seemed to pause for a moment. After being shocked, it pulsated extremely violently.

With great ups and downs, he couldn't tell whether the discomfort was due to blood loss, or because he was touched by Xu Qiao, or because he was afraid.

After all, he rarely has the emotion of being "fear".

However, these discomforts quickly subsided when they saw the wet water vapor in Xu Qiao's eyes.

Cheng Lang smiled, pulled back the wet towel, and wiped the blood in her palm with his left hand.

After a while, Rosa and Fei Zheng felt like fools who were panic and helping him.

The parties involved were a little too calm.

"Oh, don't worry about me!" Xu Qiao pushed away his left hand, wiped it randomly, and threw away the towel. Seeing that the gauze pressed on the wound on his right hand was completely soaked in blood, he wiped the corners of his eyes and whispered, "I just wore protective gloves..."

"That would be hurt too." Cheng Lang glanced at her.

"But you won't hurt you like this."

The two of them had a fight, but the blood had not stopped.

Rosa took out the tourniquet again and asked Fei Zheng: "Do you need this?"

Tourniquets are risky, and improper use may worsen the injury. Fei Zheng shook his head: "No, I will deal with it first and go to the hospital."

The wound was requisitioned for gauze and simply pressurized.

Before leaving, Cheng Lang told Xu Qiao: "You stay here."

"No," she said firmly, "I'll go with you."

"Don't you don't like going to the hospital?"

"What else do you like or not at this time?"

"Then you put on your coat."

Xu Qiao pulled over a Rosa's windbreaker and went downstairs nervously. Seeing that Gao Rui was not there, he took the initiative to take the seat of Bentley's passenger seat, left the back row for Fei Zheng to take care of Cheng Lang, and then instructed the driver: "Go to the nearest hospital."

The driver started the car quickly.

Xu Qiao was in the front row, his heart hung in the back seat, and looked back at Cheng Lang's hand.

"Tie the seat belt," Cheng Lang reminded her, "turn around and sit down."

Xu Qiao had no choice but to pull over the seat belt and turn her body into a straightening state.

Although the Entrepreneurship Park is located in a remote location, there is a health center nearby. After a ten-minute drive, Fei Zheng accompanied Cheng Lang to the emergency department.

Xu Qiao followed nervously.

After walking a few steps, Cheng Lang looked back at her: "You go and wash your hands first."

She shook her head: "I'll go later..."

"Teacher Fei," Cheng Lang interrupted her directly, "You take her to wash your hands."

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go myself." She surrendered and asked Fei Zheng to accompany Cheng Lang. She found the direction of the bathroom according to the signs. While walking forward, she looked back and watched Cheng Lang enter the clinic.

In front of the simple washstand, Xu Qiao rubbed the half-dry blood in his fingers and palm lines with hand sanitizer, and his thoughts couldn't help but float around.

She didn't know how to deal with her, but she just heard about Song Mian damaging the nerves in her hand a while ago, and now she can't help but associate in a bad direction.

There seems to be many important tissues in the palm of her palm. She has heard similar news reports before, saying that a female college student was cut by a steel pipe and was facing the risk of complete loss of right hand function. The doctor performed surgery on her on a microscope, and finally sutured the broken tendon and blood vessels...

The more she thought about it, the more she became, and she felt that Cheng Lang asked her to wash her hands, deliberately supporting her, and then hurriedly wiped her hands and ran back. At the door of the clinic, she met Fei Zheng who came out from inside.

"What do you mean?" she asked breathlessly.

"It's okay, there's no need for stitches, but I need to get a tetanus injection, so I'll pay the fee first."

Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and was about to bypass him, but he was stopped by Xuxu.

Fei Zhengyi whispered: "The boss is afraid that you will be scared, so he asks me to stop you. Just wait outside. When you enter, he will have to be attentive to comfort you, right?"

"Oh..." Xu Qiao nodded with his mouth pouted, waited outside the door, waited for Fei Zheng to leave, and sighed.

Fei Zheng did not blame her for causing trouble, but he accidentally touched her thoughts.

She cursed herself in her heart—

If you tell you not to eat, people with a history of hypoglycemia dare not eat well!

Do you really think you are a fairy who grew up drinking dew?

I have been in trouble for eight lifetimes to stop you from disaster!

Xu Qiao sniffed and was so irritable that he was spinning in place. After waiting for a while, he saw that the light blue cloth curtain in the clinic was pulled open.

She quickly stepped forward, pulled her arms, carefully turned her palms, and looked at the position of the gauze bandage: "Is this done?"

Cheng Lang still felt a little uncomfortable with the touch of the woman's skin, and he usually endured it, but now there was a doctor here, so he could easily see his condition, so he deliberately hissed.

Xu Qiao suddenly let go of him: "I, I... have you... hurt?"

The doctor looked at Cheng Lang strangely.

When the wound was most painful, he didn't frown. He was so angry that he was pretending? Oh, this person probably is his girlfriend.

The doctor had a lot of insight and did not expose him, but only advised him on a series of precautions about changing the dressing and avoiding the food.

These do not require Cheng Waste God's Notes. After all, there is a private doctor to take care of him. However, Xu Qiao's head was confused when he started the incident. He didn't think of this layer at once. He picked up the notes on the table with his left hand and started to take notes crazily with his pen with his right hand.

Cheng Lang did not interrupt her, and looked at her anxious movements with a smile, as if he was enjoying some advanced art performance.

After Xu Qiao remembered a full page of sticky notes, he asked the doctor again: "Doctor, if his wound is not sewn, there will be no sequelae, right? For example, nerve damage, etc., even if it does not affect daily life or work, it will not work. His right hand is his right hand."

"Your girlfriend knows a lot?" The doctor smiled and joked about Cheng Lang.

Xu Qiao was not at the moment and said seriously: "I have a friend who hurts the nerves of his hands. Doctor, please check him carefully."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows and the smile on his face gradually restrained.

When choosing a private doctor, surveying is a necessary part, so he of course knows the reason why Song Mian left the front-line hospital.

Will Xu Qiao have a second friend with hand nerve damage?

Obviously not.

On the New Year's Day side, Song Mian had already told her all about personal privacy.

This old friend who has been reunited for a long time has a very deep chat.

The doctor there was explaining to Xu Qiao that he had not hurt his muscles and bones, and he only needed to pay attention to care to avoid infection. Cheng Lang, who should have comforted his "girlfriend", was silent and his face looked a little gloomy.

Xu Qiao was finally convinced by the doctor and calmed down. When she turned around, she saw that he seemed uncomfortable and was stunned: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Cheng Lang thought about it and replied: "Yes."

“Where’s the trouble?”

"It's uncomfortable anywhere." He replied expressionlessly.

Xu Qiao's heart sank again: "Doctor, you think he feels uncomfortable!"

The doctor twitched hard.

You should sell it miserably and go home and sell it? This is a sacred hospital and you are not allowed to commit fraud.

"If you feel uncomfortable, go out and turn left, get a tetanus injection, and feel comfortable immediately." The doctor sent the two.

It happened that Fei Zheng came back with the payment form and said that he would lead Cheng Lang to the injection room. Xu Qiao had to give up negotiations with the doctor, accompanied him to leave the clinic, and walked outside and said angrily: "Why is this doctor so irresponsible? I won't check it if I feel uncomfortable."

"Then it's uncomfortable." Cheng Lang nodded lightly.

Fei Zheng, who was leading the way, was stunned. In the blink of an eye, why did the boss's attitude turn 180 degrees, from "I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry" to "I feel uncomfortable and I'm dying, and I'm giving up on myself"?

Xu Qiao held his face and looked up at him: "Why don't you change the hospital or ask Dr. Song to show you?"
To be continued...