"I'm going to take a half-hour car. I'm afraid that when you arrive at the hospital, your hands will be ruined. Let's take a look here first. Aunt Zhenzhu is quite amazing." After Wu Zhizhi said that, he went in and shouted, "Aunt Zhenzhu, are you here?"

"Here is it." A middle-aged woman holding a rice bowl came out of the kitchen behind her. She looked like she was having supper.

Wu Zhizhi walked over and said, "Aunt Pearl, you're having supper so late? A classmate of mine was injured. I'll bring it to you for a look."

"Oh, okay, you guys sit outside, I'll come out now."

After hearing this, Wu Zhizhi turned to find Lu Yanshi.

Lu Yanshi had already come in, and stood in front of a row of medicine cabinets with pale faces looking at the handwritten names of the Chinese herbal medicines.

"I'm very curious, don't your hands hurt?" Wu Zhizhi looked at his arm with red sleeves and felt very confused.

"It hurts." He had no expression on his face.

"Then why did you be so calm?"

"Should I cry?"

Wu Zhizhi thought about Lu Yanshi who was crying and felt that he was more normal with a blank expression on his face, so he pointed to a row of wooden chairs, "You can rest here first, Aunt Pearl will come out soon."

Lu Yanshi didn't say anything, walked to the wooden chair. Just as he was about to sit down, he saw an apricot underwear thrown softly on the left side of the wooden chair, throwing it casually and challenging people's vision.

You don’t have to think about it and know what kind of Aunt Pearl this underwear belongs to.

Lu Yan knew that he was just a seventeen-year-old boy. Seeing this eye-stimulating thing, his ears turned red at the spot.

He turned his head and inexplicably stammered his neck and stopped talking, nor sat on that kind of chair.

"Why don't you sit?" Wu Zhizhi felt that his reaction was strange. She came over and took a look. When she saw the underwear that was washed out of thread, she looked embarrassed. After all, she was just a seventeen-year-old girl.

He quietly picked up the underwear and sent it to the kitchen to Aunt Pearl.

Aunt Zhenzhu was eating noodles in the kitchen and laughed dryly, "I'm sorry, the patient came just after I put away my clothes at the door. You came before I had time to fold them."

Wu Zhizhi couldn't speak and smiled, "It's okay."

Back in the front room, Lu Yanshi still stopped sitting on the wooden chair and walked to the door, holding a wounded arm, looking into the distance with a lonely expression on his back to her.

Although there was a barking cat meow outside, and there was nothing to see, and the street lights were broken several times, she still saw a bit of loneliness from the tall figure.

Soon, Aunt Zhenzhu came out after dinner, put on a white medical robe, paired with reading glasses, and looked deep and old, "Come on, young man, come here."

She pointed to a round stool next to her desk.

Lu Yanshi was reluctant to go over, but the pain in his arms became stronger and stronger. He could only endure the discomfort and compromise, walked over and sat down.

"The young man is quite handsome." Aunt Zhenzhu looked at his face and praised him.

Lu Yanshi curled his lips without laughing.

"Are you a classmate with Zhizhi? Why haven't you seen you before? Where is your home? Are you a local?" Aunt Zhenzhu had so many questions that Lu Yanshi suspected that she was not a clinic doctor but a household registration surveyor. He didn't want to pay attention to her, and he looked like she was empty and wanted her to say enough and shut up.

"Young man is quite shy." Lu Yanshi, who didn't answer a word, gave Aunt Zhenzhu the impression. She smiled and wanted to see his wound, but when she lifted her sleeve, she found that the wound was stuck together with the sleeve. She frowned and her expression became serious, "How did you get this wound? The sleeves and flesh are stuck together."

Lu Yanshi didn't answer, but there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He couldn't say that he smashed the glass, right?

Wu Zhizhi sat on the chair behind him. Seeing that he didn't want to speak, he answered casually for him, "He accidentally bumped into the glass door."

Aunt Zhenzhu nodded, took a pair of scissors, and said to him: "Your sleeves and wounds are stuck. You can't take this dress anymore, so I'll cut it."

Lu Yanshi didn't say anything and nodded.

Aunt Pearl cut off his sleeves, revealing the true face of the wound inside.

The wound is about five centimeters long, and it is covered in blood.

Aunt Zhenzhu brought two cotton swabs and carefully spread his wounds to see if there were any remaining glass slags inside.

The sudden movement caused Lu Yanshi's pupils to shrink suddenly, and his hand unconsciously stretched back, as if he wanted to grab something, but he knew very well that there was nothing behind him.

But when the hand fell behind, it touched a soft ball.

Before he could react, he instinctively grabbed it tightly, grabbed the small and gentle hand, and then grabbed it with all his strength!

Wu Zhizhi's face was so painful that her face was almost deformed.

Neuropathy!

It hurts, why do you grab her hand?

Just as he was about to shake off Lu Yanshi's hand, he saw the veins slightly visible on his forehead from the corner of his eyes, which meant that he was also suffering from an inhuman pain.

The wound was tearing without anesthesia, and of course it hurts.

Aunt Zhenzhu said while tearing her back: "Hold on, I mainly want to see if there are any glass slags inside."

Lu Yanshi didn't say a word, but his hands were still holding Wu Zhizhi tightly, sweating all over his forehead.

Wu Zhizhi knew that this was his unconscious action and wanted to disperse some pain. She had the ability to spread his hand, but in the end she did nothing and followed him to bite her teeth and bear it.

After seeing the wound, Aunt Pearl finally let go and asked again: "Did you touch sand or something when you were injured? If so, you have to break the tetanus or something."

Lu Yanshi was tossed by her, his lips were pale and he didn't say anything.

Aunt Zhenzhu's voice suddenly rose, "The wound is so long and so deep, it must be stitched. If you don't tell the truth, you will have to suffer once if there is any problem with the wound and you will be infected."

"No sand." Lu Yanshi finally opened his mouth slowly and bit his lower teeth.

"Okay, I've seen it, there's no slag, so I'll stitch it next..." After saying that, Aunt Zhenzhu turned around and prepared the stitches for the stitches of the iodine and saline.

"Sew here?" Lu Yanshi asked.

"Um."

"You can sew?" He still couldn't accept it.

"..." Aunt Zhenzhu frowned and said angrily: "I won't sew, dare to tell you to sew a needle? Really..."
Chapter completed!