Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 580 Don't you hold me (2)

Looking around, he didn't find Qiao Luo's figure.

Madam Long looked up at Yue Yi, "Where's Xiao Luo?"

Yue said, "The young lady is inside."

Mrs. Long nodded, and then looked at the closed door opposite.

Rong Gu said, "Madam, please sit and wait."

I don't know how long it will take to wait. The old lady is getting old, and her legs and feet can't hold up after standing for a long time.

Madam Long waved her hand, "It's okay, I'll be fine standing up."

Bei Jue didn't know what the situation was, so she couldn't sit still.

Knowing her stubborn temper, Aunt Rong didn't persuade her too much, and quietly stayed by her side.

Inside, the inspection is over.

Fortunately, the result was not as bad as everyone thought. Apart from the fever, most of Long Beijue's injuries were skin trauma.

It's just that the seawater has been soaked for a long time, and it is contaminated with sand, which makes it a little inflamed.

Apart from some bruises, his legs were fine. In comparison, his upper body was more serious.

There were dense wounds of different depths, especially the three-inch opening on the chest, where flesh and blood flew and would bleed when touched. It should have been scratched by sharp stones.

If it is a little more biased, I'm afraid it will hurt the position of the heart.

The team doctor and the other two doctors cleaned the wound and applied medicine in an orderly manner.

I don't know if it was the antipyretics that took effect, or seeing Qiao Luo, but Long Beijue was awake the whole time.

He turned his head, and his eyes automatically stuck to the figure not far away.

Touching the forbearing and distressed eyes of that person, his heart twisted suddenly.

A bandaged hand stretched out towards her, fingertips moving slightly.

"come over."

The deep voice lacked a bit of strength, but it contained a gentleness that belonged to her alone.

Qiao Luo was staring at him intently, and when he heard his voice, he walked over as if he had been bewitched.

There were doctors standing on the left and right sides, so Qiao Luo had no choice but to stand in the front.

There was a bandage on his hand, afraid of touching his wound, Qiao Luo didn't stretch out his hand for a long time.

"Aren't you going to hold her?" Long Beijue looked at her with a smile on his face, and moved his fingers exposed from the bandage.

Qiao Luo pursed his lips and said softly, "Your hand is hurt, don't move around."

"Small injury, no problem." Long Beijue raised his hand and raised his eyebrows at her.

Unable to resist him, Qiao Luo hesitated for a moment, and gently held his hand with a white hand.

Long Beijue held her hand instead, smiled, "Stand over here."

Qiao Luo took a step forward, almost touching the edge of the bed.

Lowering his head, the man's exquisite handsome face is close at hand.

She was in a trance for a moment, still feeling a little unreal.

Long Beijue was not used to the sudden silence.

Fingertips scratched her palm, "Why don't you speak?"

Qiao Luo said nothing, just kept looking at him.

"Young master, please sit up for a while, and you need to apply medicine to your back." The team doctor said.

After the words fell, the other two doctors helped Long Beijue up.

"Don't stand still." Long Beijue patted the side of the bed. She has been standing since he came in just now.

Seeing that Qiao Luo was about to shake his head again, he continued, "My wound hurts, let me lean on it, huh?"

Qiao Luo glanced at the wound on his body, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. Long Beijue leaned forward, resting his chin on his shoulder.

From this angle, Qiao Luo clearly saw the wound on his back.

Her eyes dimmed, and her red lips were tightly pursed.

Seeing her tense expression from the corner of the eye, Long Beijue tilted his head, adjusting the angle to look at her.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't look at it, it's just some skin trauma, it will be fine in a few days."

(End of this chapter)