Chen Yuxin came over, "how's it going?"
"The right hand is all right."
Guan Zhisheng saw that there was no sign of scalding on his right hand. He immediately put down and grabbed her left hand. He saw that the belly of her left index finger was red and had a small blister.
She cried in her heart, a clumsy girl.
He immediately took Guo Zitong, "come with me."
As he pulled Guo Zitong to the balcony, he said to Chen Yuxin, "Yuxin, hurry to find the scald ointment and bring it to me."
The whole person was confused, arbitrarily pulled by him and walked with him foolishly.
He took her to the washstand on the balcony, turned on the tap, grabbed her hand and let the tap water wash on her scalded finger abdomen.
Turning his head to her, he asked, "does it still hurt?"
When he spoke, he was just facing her left face. His brain was in a mess. He didn't know what he was asking her?
After a while, Guan Zhisheng saw that she didn't respond and asked softly again, "does it hurt?"
This time she finally woke up in the confusion, knew that he was talking to her, twisted her head, raised her eyes and looked at the man on her side. How could she look more pleasing to her eyes and like it more and more? She was at a loss and forgot to answer.
Chen Yuxin walked out of the balcony with the scald cream. "Doctor Guan, the scald cream is here. Can you apply it now?"
Guan Zhisheng turned off the tap, reached out to take her scald cream, took her hand and went back to the living room. He took two pieces of paper from the tissue box, gently and slowly wiped the water on her hand, and then opened the scald cream to help her apply it.
After painting, she raised her hand and gently blew a few times: "is it still painful?"
Guo Zitong raised some confused eyes and looked at brother Zhisheng.
Standing next to Chen Yuxin, she asked anxiously, "Tong Tong, are you still in pain? Doctor Guan is asking you something?"
Hearing Chen Yuxin's words, Guo Zitong finally woke up from confusion and pursed his lower lip: "no pain, thank you, brother Zhisheng."
Guan Zhisheng put down his grip on her hand, raised his right hand and touched her head. He spoiled her and said, "silly girl, you're welcome. This is what doctors should do. He will be worried when he sees someone injured."
It was his occupational disease. He was not so nervous about me. He was also nervous about any patient. He regarded me as his patient.
Guo Zitong lowered his eyes slightly, covered the sadness that flashed through the bottom of his eyes, "Oh".
"There are blisters. Try not to puncture. If the skin is broken, stay on it to reduce infection. The area is not large. Don't wrap it up. Pay attention."
Guo Zitong said, "um".
Guan Zhisheng took her hand and sat down at the tea table. He sat down and patted the position beside him. "Sit here, I'll make tea."
Guo Zitong was very stiff and replied, "Oh."
After watching her sit down, Guan Zhisheng plugged in the water from the kettle she had just taken and continued to heat it for a while. He picked it up without boiling.
Just now, Guo Zitong has put the teapot and cup for making tea in the tea tray. He poured the freshly boiled water into the tea tray and scalded it with hot water. First, he took the bubbling teapot and poured it into the tea, poured it into the boiling water, and then immediately poured the water out of the teapot, and then poured it in again.