fake love

Chapter 184: Breaking the Love (3)
After filming, Ming Chengyou took him back to the office. Dr. Song is an expert clinic and there are many registered patients to see. The intern took the two into the inner room, "This kind of thing should be left to the nurse, but the master said The people brought by the third young master must be extra careful, so leave the wound to me."

With his back on his back to prepare the tools, Fu Ran was shocked when he saw the alcohol cotton ball and the small tweezers, which had not been disinfected yet, but the wounds were repulsively painful.

Ming Chengyou sat beside her and laughed at her, "How big a person is, I can't bear the pain."

When the intern wiped Fu Ran's wound with a cotton ball, she gritted her teeth in pain and blushed, Ming Chengyou's smiling face gradually tightened, and then her brows frowned, and her hands on her knees were clenched tightly.

Fu Ran's hand subconsciously pulled back, and the intern squeezed her wrist tightly, seeing the skin around Fu Ran turn white due to his exertion.

Ming Chengyou's face turned iron blue.

Fu Ran bit her lower lip, her face was like a transparent white paper.

"Don't move." The intern yelled.

The cotton balls were soaked red one by one, and uncoagulated blood flowed out.

The veins on the back of Ming Chengyou's hands tensed up.

"It's not easy for me to deal with the wound like this. Is it so painful?"

The intern was swept aside by a force, "Which fucking school did you graduate from?"

Fu Ran raised her head in astonishment, it seemed that this was the first time she heard Ming Chengyou speak foul language after two years.

"Do you treat people like corpses dissected in a laboratory? It won't hurt, will it?"

"..." Fu Ran raised her eyes, feeling uncomfortable no matter what she said.

Ming Chengyou reached out to take the tool tray, pulled the chair and sat opposite Fu Ran, and said to the intern doctor, "Go out, get in the way."

"Don't," Fu Ran didn't dare to bother this master, isn't this just adding salt to the wound, she said to Ming Chengyou angrily, "You are not a doctor, what are you messing with?"

Ming Chengyou grabbed her hand with all his strength, picked up a ball of alcohol cotton ball, and did not wash it immediately. He leaned over and exhaled carefully on the injured part of her arm. The coolness relieved a lot of pain. He carefully used the cotton ball Wipe, and so on and on.

The intern stood by to 'observe', the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

If he wants to follow Ming Chengyou's example, it's no wonder his new girlfriend doesn't kill him.

After bandaging the wound and going out, Ming Chengyou fetched the film. Doctor Song watched it for a long time without speaking. Fu Ran thought it was just a skin trauma at first, but seeing his calm face, Fu Ran's heart couldn't help suspending following the change in his expression.

Dr. Song raised his glasses, "It's not a serious problem, but I need to stay in the hospital for observation overnight, and hang a few bottles of water first to reduce inflammation."

Fu Ran was surprised, "I still need to be hospitalized? Can you hang up the water and go home, and come back tomorrow for a re-examination."

"No." Don't look at Dr. Song speaking tepidly, but his eyes are sharp, he glanced at the reluctance on Fu Ran's face, "This is for your own good, what a beautiful girl wants amputation due to infection , the responsibility is not all on me.”

Fu Ran felt cold sweat dripping down, what a big deal it was so bloody.

"If I let you stay, you can stay here, isn't it just for one night?" Ming Chengyou took the film from Dr. Song's hand, "Let's go and go through the hospitalization procedures."

Fu Ran walked out of the office with extreme reluctance. He saw a man in a white coat coming to shake hands with Ming Chengyou from afar. He turned and pointed at Fu Ran. He didn't know what he said. When she approached, he only heard a sentence in his ear middle.

"We're going to stay here for one night and try to find a way to get a suite."

Fu Ran's blood flowed backwards, seeing the ambiguous smile in the doctor's eyes, "What the third young master needs is naturally the best."

In less than a quarter of an hour, Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou came to the inpatient department. The so-called suite was on the fifth floor. They opened the door and went in. If it wasn't for the mild but lingering smell of disinfectant, Fu Ran almost thought she was leaving. It was a star hotel.

The walls are not the white color that is unique to the hospital, and there are all kinds of bathrooms in the dining room. Ming Chengyou went in first and walked around, "The environment is not bad, staying here for one night will not wrong you."

"I don't think there is any need to be hospitalized," Fu Ran insisted standing at the door, "Doctor Song should make a fuss."

Ming Chengyou dragged her in, "Let me tell you, it's okay to say this in front of me. Uncle Song and my father are family friends, and he is an authority in orthopedics. If he hears you say that, he will pinch you in anger." You can't die."

In the doctor's office, Doctor Song shook his head. Ming Chengyou was the one he wanted to strangle to death the most.

He was famous all his life, hanging pot to help the world.

Fu Ran sat on the edge of the bed, remembering that her bag was still in the car, "Go back first."

Ming Chengyou turned on the TV, "I'm here to accompany you."

"I'll just call my mother later."

"Your mother is not as good as me, and I have to worry about it here, and the mood of celebrating the New Year is gone."

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.

Two female nurses came in, one of them was pushing a cart with IV bottles and thermometers and other items on it, and the other took a set of hospital gowns and walked up to Fu Ran, "Put on the clothes and get ready for IV drips."

Her left hand was wrapped like a rice dumpling, not to mention a pullover, and even taking off her trousers was difficult.

The nurse put the gown on her bed and went to the other person to check the medicine.

Ming Chengyou walked over and said to the two nurses, "Go out, she is too thin-skinned to change clothes in front of others."

Fu Ran raised his eyes to look at him.

Ming Chengyou took the hospital gown, "I'll take it off for you."

Ming Chengyou was next to her, and Fu Ran could feel the heat in his body transfer to her body through the place where his arms touched. The two nurses were smiling with their lips pursed, whispering head to head.

"Let's go."

The nurse with the drip bottle touched her partner with her hand.

"Wait." Fu Ran said, "Hang up the water, I won't change it anymore, just wear my own clothes."

Ming Chengyou's eyes fell on her legs, which were covered with mud and dirt, and the clothes were not very clean, the cuffs of the thin sweater were torn open, just like a professional beggar in the square.

Fu Ranshun moved his gaze down, and she put her legs together and took the hospital gown from Ming Chengyou's hand, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Ming Chengyou spread his hands. Seeing her getting up and striding away, he took out his mobile phone and made a call. Fu Ran's door slammed into his ears. He looked sideways and saw a blurry shadow cast on the frosted glass .

(End of this chapter)