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"Why?"
Sitting down beside her, he said, "Show me the wound."
"It's nothing," Lu Miao turned her head sideways, and let him look at his face: "The bruises are ripped, I wear a lot of clothes, it's not serious."
"I said the arm..."
Jiang Haoyue leaned over and folded her sleeves.
"How do you know everything? X-rayed me?"
Being so angry with him just now that he didn't mention it, Lu Miao almost forgot the injury on his hand.
The injury just started to hurt. After a while, she didn't feel any more. She followed him and looked down at her arm.
The winter uniform was thick, with three layers inside and three layers outside. She pulled the sleeves of her school uniform and no one knew she was injured. It was only now that he began to help her roll up her sleeves, and she felt the pain dully.
The blood soaked through the inner layer of autumn clothes and dyed the outer sweater, a dazzling red on the beige color.
"Knife wound?"
Jiang Haoyue stared at her, her eyes a little scary.
"Well, hahahahaha..." Lu Miao looked at that piece, in fact, she was scared and laughed dryly.
"You're so stupid, you're so badly hurt that you didn't tell your teachers and parents, and you endure it yourself?"
His fingers rubbed distressedly on the back of her hand, his tone was faint.
"Now the wound has scabbed over with the fibers of the clothes, and your skin and fabric are firmly stuck together. When you tear it off later, you may feel pain."
Don't wait for a while, just listening to his description, Lu Miao has already heard the pain.
"Okay, eat eggs on the road, we'll go out to the clinic immediately."
Helping her put down her sleeves, Jiang Haoyue led Lu Miao to stand up.
...
There were quite a lot of people in the clinic, and it took a while to queue up for their turn.
The doctor looked at Lu Miao's injury and sighed, "Oh, why did you come here so late? If it goes deeper, you will need stitches."
When Lu Miao heard the word "stitches", she trembled visibly.
Debridement, it hurts so much...
The iodine, hydrogen peroxide and alcohol rushed towards the wound.
"Anesthesia! Does the doctor have anesthesia?"
"Give me a needle!!"
Lu Miao hugged Jiang Haoyue with tears and snot, crying so hard that she almost fainted in his arms.
He held her shoulder with one hand and wiped her tears with the other: "do you dare to find someone to fight next time?"
"Don't dare, don't, don't, don't dare... woo woo woo." She sincerely regretted it.
After finally getting through this painful stage, the wound was bandaged, Lu Miao sat on the chair in shock and wiped away tears, Jiang Haoyue held a medical order and walked towards her with a smile.
He shook the document in his hand: "Didn't you just ask for anesthesia?"
With the remaining pain remaining, she nodded dumbly: "Yes."
"Meet your needs for injections," Jiang Haoyue smiled softly, touched her head, and held her hand: "There is a tetanus injection to be administered."
Lu Miao was led and returned to the consultation room again.
"Jiang Haoyue, are you human?"
Outside, the doctor's hand shaking when prescribing medicine - it seems that the little girl is fine, this roar is really full of anger.
...
"Jiang Haoyue is really too much!"
Lu Miao was held by Jiang Haoyue and accused Jiang Haoyue herself.
"I promised to eat Mala Tang, but he broke his promise and wanted to take me to drink porridge!"
"Yeah," Jiang Haoyue echoed her: "Jiang Haoyue is too much."
He carried a plastic bag of iodine, Band-Aids, abrasion medicine, and safflower oil in one hand, and held the aggrieved child Lu Miao in the other.
"Do you want to eat garden vegetable porridge, or preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"
"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge." Lu Miao made a choice at once.
He ordered porridge with her.
The mouth was dull and tasteless, and Lu Miao was thinking about the delicious and spicy taste of the stall next door.
"Actually, you can buy Mala Tang and eat it. I'll sit here and wait for you."
Jiang Haoyue was the roundworm in her stomach, and she could see what she was thinking at a glance.
"No, I want to drink porridge."
"Wow! Are you really that amazing? I just want to taste a little bit of soup, just a little bit!"
Lu Miao was self-taught and turned into a genius in the nutrition world: "Spiciness is not good for wound healing. What's the point? It's spicy, so you can use less spicy food."
"Understood," Jiang Haoyue scooped a spoon of cold porridge into her bowl: "I'll take you to eat when your wound is healed."
Lu Miao was not happy.
Unhappy, he started looking for trouble with him.
"Ah—" Throwing down the spoon in her hand, she opened her mouth and asked him to feed the porridge directly.
In the food stalls, it is rare to see such a scene, and the people at the next table are looking sideways, with smirks on their faces.
Jiang Haoyue did not have any conflicting expressions or movements.
He carefully blew the porridge in the cooling spoon, and accurately fed the spoon into her mouth without blushing or panting.
After Lu Miao finished eating, he took out a napkin and calmly wiped the corner of her mouth for her.
"Is the temperature right?" Jiang Haoyue asked thoughtfully.
The gossipy eyes of the people watching the joke next to them are about to see through their table, and they probably thought to themselves: what are the two little kids playing in the food stalls in the middle of the night?
The initiator, Lu Miao, became the embarrassed one: "Suitable, suitable."
His cheeks were somehow warm.
She grabbed her spoon and honestly scooped up the porridge herself.
Jiang Haoyue held up the spoon in boredom, still wanting to provoke her: "I don't need to feed you? Is it really possible?"
"How old am I to be fed?" Lu Miao raised her head and glared at him: "Drink yours!"