The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 677 Treating Song Zhigang’s Wound

In the room, Song Zhigang stared straight at the wall in front of him without looking sideways. He felt his jacket being pulled away, and he felt a coolness on his shoulders randomly.

He knew that in the same room, the woman he dared not look directly at was helping him.

Soon, he felt warm and cool on his already numb wound.

Song Zhigang is a soldier, and he also learned first aid knowledge at the beginning. He has also done many simulation exercises for this kind of wound treatment, and he is still clear about the whole process of this wound treatment.

However, this was the first time he was injured, and it was the first time someone treated the wound on his body.

"Ding Xiaojun, you bastard, why don't you want to help me deal with the wound? If you just say something for me, I won't be so embarrassed." Song Zhigang was thinking in his heart, and the wound came from his shoulder. He frowned involuntarily due to the stimulation of the wine on the wound.

"Does it hurt?" the old principal's granddaughter asked Song Zhigang softly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Song Zhigang returned.

"Is it because my technique is too rusty, that's why I hurt you." The granddaughter of the old headmaster asked again.

"You've done a good job, at least it's much gentler than my soldiers. Don't worry about it. It's normal to have some pain when dealing with wounds, especially disinfection." Song Zhigang's tone was as calm as possible.

The old headmaster's granddaughter couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after hearing Song Zhigang's words. At least, she was recognized by the other party, at least the other party didn't say that she didn't do well. My heart is sweet.

"I try to be as light as possible." The granddaughter of the old principal said again.

"..." Song Zhigang didn't answer her.

"Can you tell me your name?" the old headmaster's granddaughter asked again while busy cleaning up.

"Song Zhigang!"

Song Zhigang was still staring directly at the wall in front of him, never turning his head to look at the old principal's granddaughter from the beginning to the end.

"My name is Jiang Dan. Are you afraid of me?" The old principal's granddaughter kept talking. I don't know if she wanted to use words to distract Song Zhigang, or she just wanted to communicate with Song Zhigang more.

"Not afraid." Song Zhigang said without any emotion.

"You are obviously afraid of me, otherwise, you wouldn't dare to look at me." There was a hint of coquettishness in the tone of the granddaughter of the old headmaster.

Song Zhigang turned his head and looked at the old headmaster's granddaughter, but he didn't have much reaction.

It's not that the granddaughter of the old school is not good-looking, how should I put it, she is an ordinary person without stunning beauty, and she belongs to that popular type.

"Your medicine is not from home, but from someone else's house outside. I saw it all. You lied to your grandfather." Song Zhigang, who was looking at the old principal's granddaughter, suddenly said.

"You won't tell my grandpa." The old principal's granddaughter said, smiling sweetly at Song Zhigang.

The corner of Song Zhigang's mouth twitched: "No, I'm not that kind of person."

After listening to Song Zhigang's words, the old principal's granddaughter smiled again: "The wound is a bit deep, hold back the pain, and I'll help you wash it inside."

"Okay!" Song Zhigang's words were still without any emotion.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain from the wound, this time it was really painful, Song Zhigang twitched subconsciously.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" the old principal's granddaughter asked worriedly.

"Fortunately, you deal with it boldly, it's okay."

Song Zhigang gritted his teeth, he could only endure the pain.

The old headmaster's granddaughter poured wine on his wound again, and Song Zhigang felt as if the wound had been torn open.

hold back

I have to hold back

I can't cry out the pain,

I can't let people see my jokes.

Song Zhigang gritted his teeth, resisting the tingling pain from the wound.

"Tell me, why do you help me like this." Song Zhigang said suddenly, he planned to use communication to distract himself.

"There's no reason, can't I help you clean the wound?" The old headmaster's daughter trembled as she spoke, as if she could feel Song Zhigang's pain.

"That's not what I'm talking about. What I'm asking is, why did you help me find medicine? You obviously don't need to do this." Song Zhigang said again. He didn't know if communication could really distract him from the pain, or if the wound was a little bit more painful. Numb, he felt that the wound was not as painful as when it was cleaned just now.

"I just want to help you, because..." The old principal's granddaughter suddenly thought of something, and shyly didn't finish her sentence.

"Because of what?" Song Zhigang asked again, he was not really curious to know what happened next.

"It's nothing, I'm going to take the medicine now." The old headmaster's granddaughter spoke a little louder this time, trying to avoid something on purpose.

"Okay, I'm ready, you take the medicine." After Song Zhigang finished speaking, he closed his mouth and clenched his teeth tightly.

Time passed by little by little, and the pain he expected did not come again. For some reason, the absence of pain actually gave him a sense of loss.

After the medicine was applied, the old principal's granddaughter took out another roll of white cloth strips. He looked at Song Zhigang's expressionless side face and began to bandage Song Zhigang's wound.

"Raise this arm, I'm going to bandage the wound." The old principal's granddaughter said, pulling up Song Zhigang's injured shoulder arm with one hand.

Song Zhigang raised his arm and let the old principal's granddaughter bandage his wound, while he, just like a puppet, was at the mercy of the old principal's granddaughter.

"Don't you know how to laugh? I think your companion is not as serious as you. You are so cold." The granddaughter of the old principal said, and tied the two ends of the cloth strips, covering the entire wound. Processing is over.

"Thank you!" Song Zhigang thanked the old principal's granddaughter, and then began to put on his shirt.

His movements were very swift, he put on his shirt in two or three strokes, then stood up, ready to go out.

"Wait a minute." The old principal's granddaughter stopped Song Zhigang.

Song Zhigang turned around and looked at her: "Is there anything else?"

"You take this medicine." The granddaughter of the old principal said, and handed over the unused medicine to Song Zhigang.

……

Just today, after Xiao Hei finished his work, he habitually clicked on the book of a friend on the same military channel, and was about to read it for a while. After clicking, it showed that the work had lost contact, so I quickly sent a message to it.

The friend replied to me: "You just found out."

I didn't know how to answer him, so I had no choice but to say "Change, change, please."

This is the rectification of the platform. I know of books that have been blocked. Apart from this friend, there are many other books that have been blocked. Even Xiao Hei has several chapters that are still blocked.

Xiao Hei was also worried, but Xiao Hei said first, Xiao Hei will not abandon the book, and will write more carefully in the future.

Finally, I would like to say thank you to readers and friends, thank you for your continuous support.

(End of this chapter)