After Su Xuezhi got on the bus, she began to feel a sense of regret in her heart.

She was regretting her impulse and Meng Lang.

I don’t know what happened tonight, but when my mind got angry, I did such a thing. I got off the train that was about to start and turned around and found this place.

Of course, this is first driven by the doctor's duty. But if we change the perspective and use objective as the only standard to examine or evaluate her actions tonight, to be honest, she thinks it is absolutely necessary - she can only give such a conclusion.

The patient's illness is not an emergency that can kill people immediately, and at the latest, his doctor, Mr. Rudolph, will be able to sober up tomorrow morning.

She really doesn't have to act like this even for the purpose of gratitude.

However, there is no regret medicine in the world.

She did things, and now she met people.

What else can it be done.

He was already uncomfortable, and when he drove slowly to a bustling night market under the bridge and turned into another secluded road next to him, all the excitement and fireworks outside the car that seemed to be used to divert attention disappeared.

The night was silent, and it seemed that there were only me and him around. The originally not-so-small space in the car suddenly became cramped.

Su Xuezhi looked ahead with her eyes, but her ears were so sensitive that she could tell the breathing frequency of the person beside her. Her eyes were even more aware that he turned his head slightly from time to time, looked at himself, then turned his head, and looked at her again.

Later, she felt so awkward that her pores almost exploded.

From the bridge where he met him to the Ding Family Garden residence where he lived, the road is not long, only four or five hundred meters short, but Su Xuezhi seemed to be experiencing a long and painful distance.

She could not scold him and ordered him not to look at him. She could only be more stern and stare in front of him, without moving. Finally, she finally waited until he drove the car to the front door and stopped. Seeing him getting out of the car, she seemed to be coming to open the door for him. She picked up the medical box and pushed it away first. She quickly got out before she stood still. A white flying catkin suddenly floated in front of her.

The light fluff was gently touching the tip of her nose, slightly cool.

She raised her head and looked up, and realized that it was snowing again in the night sky.

He walked over and said, "Come in." His tone was low, his breath was as gentle as snow, and gently brushed across her ear drums.

Su Xuezhi came back to her senses, lowered her head, turned around silently, and walked in.

Lao Lu went to ask him to find him before he could return, but He Ma suddenly saw the two of them coming in together. She was overjoyed and followed her to the study room, handing water and towels to help.

Su Xuezhi washed his hands and measured his body temperature. He had a high fever, over 39 degrees, and his tonsils were also inflamed. He asked him to take off his shirt, reveal his back, and take a look.

Sure enough, it was almost the same as she expected. The wound that was normally left with a week ago that could be removed was still red and swollen.

The old mother stood aside and watched, shook her head constantly, and kept placing her mouth, making sounds of heartache and complaining.

"Master Sun, you must listen to Master Su carefully! He is a doctor! Look, it hurts so much, right? What if you have something wrong with it, what should I do!"

He Hanzhu sat back and lay on the back of the chair to facilitate Su Xuezhi's movements behind him.

The old mother expressed her distress, but he didn't say anything, turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

Su Xuezhi had no expression on her face, staring at his back, and her hands continued to deal with the wound.

The old mother finally got a chance to persuade her with the doctor next to her, so of course she would not end it so easily and continue to be hard-working.

"...You are uncomfortable, and you don't have a rest, and the food is not good! You went out last night and got drunk. Today, you only ate a few bites during the day. You ran out again at night. The lady couldn't stop you..."

In fact, she exposed her own shortcomings in front of her.

He Hanzhu immediately interrupted: "I'm hungry!"

He Ma pleaded, changed her mouth and told him to wait, then turned around and hurried out.

Su Xuezhi was still expressionless, holding pliers in her hand and holding a piece of disinfectant gauze. She was wiping the edge of the treated wound. When He Ma went out, suddenly, her hands became stronger and the gauze pressed on the flesh near the wound.

He Hanzhu suddenly felt pain, and hissed, grinned his teeth, and his handsome face twisted a little. He turned his head and met the two cold gazes that were thrown towards him. He endured the pain and defended his confession.

"I took the medicine myself today, really!"

"What medicine did you take?"

He Hanzhu said it was aspirin.

Su Xuezhi stopped, looked at him, and frowned slightly.

"Since you were hangover last night, I think I should have drunk a lot of alcohol. It takes twenty-four to forty-eight hours to metabolize. Taking aspirin and alcohol together will cause the alcohol metabolite acetaldehyde to accumulate in the body, aggravate the body's fever and pain, and in severe cases, it may even lead to liver damage!"

"Commander He, I hope you will figure out what are the taboos you take next time before taking medicines yourself, so as not to recover from the disease, which will cause secondary harm to your health."

He Hanzhu listened without saying a word, and waited for her to finish, nodding: "Yes, yes, you're right, I remember."

He raised his hand, rubbed his temples on both sides, frowned, and sighed: "No wonder I took medicine today and woke up, but it was more uncomfortable than before I took it. The headache was so severe that it seemed to be cracking. Actually, now, I still feel a little painful-"

A phone on the table suddenly rang, interrupting him.

He seemed a little unhappy, frowned, and then signaled her to wait. He was still lying on the chair, stretched out his arm, pulled the telephone line, pulled the landline over, and picked up the microphone.

The caller was an old Duan from the Beijing Police Department. He complained that he would not come tonight and said it was a pity that he invited a very good singer. If he didn't come, everyone would not have fun. They left and wanted to make an appointment another day.

Old Duan was probably a little drunk and had a loud voice. He Hanzhu suspected that the sound in the receiver had been heard by her. He turned his head and looked at her. Seeing that she had turned around and tidied up the gauze, he stood up quickly, walked to the direction by the window with a landline, whispered in a low voice, and apologized for guilt, saying that he suddenly felt uncomfortable at night, so he failed to make an appointment, and asked Bao to give in, next time he hung up the phone, walked back, looked at her, hesitated, and said, "You heard that, I really didn't go to socialize tonight, I actually went--"

Su Xuezhi interrupted him and said lightly: "Put your clothes back."

She has dealt with her back injury.

Seeing that she was not interested in hearing her explain her whereabouts, He Hanzhu had to stop. He kept silent, picked up the shirt that had just taken off and hung on the back of the chair, turned his back, put it on, put it on, turned his head, and saw that there was another syringe in her hand, and was startled: "What are you doing?"

“Glute muscle injection.”

Su Xuezhi signaled him to sit back and prepare for an injection.

He Hanzhu stared at the thick and long syringe needle: "I feel like I'm much better and my head doesn't hurt anymore. Really! Just give me some medicine. I promise, I will take it on time!"

In Rudolph's medical box, there is a kind of Munardin produced by a German pharmaceutical factory. It is responsible for reducing fever and has certain therapeutic effects on tonsillitis.

"Are you a doctor?"

She pushed the syringe down, exhausted the air, and asked back.

He Hanzhu paused, and under her attention, he had to walk back, barely sat on the chair, and slowly untied his belt.

"Take it yourself!"

She reminded him.

He Hanzhu woke up and hurriedly reached behind his waist, slightly down, and pulled his trousers waist.

"Go down!"

She ordered another sentence behind him.

He followed and continued to pull.

"Go down a little more!"

She continued to instruct.

He Hanzhu's hand paused slightly.

Her tone was actually very calm, completely the doctor's tone to the patient.

But the words came into his ears, and the ghosts were as bad as ghosts and gods. He Hanzhu suddenly thought that she was standing behind her now, so close to her, looking at a part below his waist...

He really doesn't want to do this.

But I can't control myself.

With this sudden evil thought, he felt that he had crawled out of something strange that he shouldn't have.

It's usually the feeling that you will only wake up in the morning.

He Hanzhu's body became slightly stiff.

Too inappropriate.

He was really shameless and even more afraid of being noticed by her, so he immediately kept his posture and did not dare to move a little longer.

Su Xuezhi looked at the position where the waist of his pants was almost gone, took a piece of alcohol cotton, and was about to undergo an intramuscular injection, but suddenly noticed that his back was a little stiff and remembered what had just happened.

He seemed a little resistant to the injection.

This is nothing. Many men who seem strong on the outside have natural fear of the slender needle. In severe cases, there are even people who are fainting from needles and blood.

This person has always been very pretentious.

When I was dealing with his back injury just now, I couldn't help it and I had already caused him a lot of trouble.

Let it go now.

Her heart became a little soft. When she bent down, she gently wiped the surface of the muscles she was about to inject with alcohol cotton for him. Then, she used steady and rapid movements to pierce the needle into the muscles and began to slowly inject the potion, talk to him, and distract him.

"Cousin, don't be nervous. Relax, it won't hurt. I'll be fine right away..."

He Hanzhu didn't feel any pain.

He could only clearly feel her fingers holding the cotton, rubbing her skin gently back and forth.

Especially, when he heard her calling herself in such a gentle tone and talking to him, his whole body suddenly became worse and worse.

Su Xuezhi finished the injection soon, pulled out the needle with one hand and pressed the slightly bleeding injection point with the alcohol cotton on the other hand, reminding him: "Press it for a while!"

After she finished speaking, she saw that he didn't respond and still sat stiffly, her back looked like a statue, and she couldn't help but wonder.

"The injection is over! Press it yourself!"
To be continued...