Jiang Fengming, holding a bunch of flowers in his hand, went to the hospital bed and saw that the nurse was putting a needle for Shen Qingqing, so he put the bouquet on the bedside table.
"I hear you are ill. Come and have a look."
Jiang Fengming's face showed a faint smile. A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but it was easy to hide.
"What did the doctor say?"
Jiang Fengming sat down on a chair beside him. He just sat there, but his posture was very precious, like a fairy who didn't eat fireworks.
Miss nurse was successfully attracted to the line of sight, staring at the picturesque man in front of her.
"Hiss..." Shen Qingqing felt a sharp pain in the back of her hand and took a cool breath.
The nurse was distracted for a moment and forgot that she was putting a needle into Shen Qingqing. The needle was crooked.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry The nurse responded, apologized and pulled out the needle.
The blood droplets condensed at the pinhole.
That see that drop of bright red, river breeze Ming, always calm indifference in the eyes of a few waves, and, not happy.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Leng. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Mrs. Leng." The nurse pressed the needle hole with a cotton swab.
Maybe when the needle pricked askew, he accidentally cut the blood vessel. Although the pinhole was small, the blood couldn't stop for a moment.
Jiang Fengming heard that the nurse was a cold wife, and the cold in her eyes was a little heavier.
Because the swab press has been unable to stop the blood, but gradually flow is not so fast.
The nurse pasted a hemostatic patch on the back of Shen Qingqing's hand, especially sorry, "I can only prick the other hand."
The nurse looked at Jiang Fengming, afraid that she couldn't help it any more, and quickly lowered her head.
"Please hold down the hemostatic plaster for me. I'll put the needle in again."
Shen Qingqing directly refused, "I can press myself."
Say, the finger of the right hand pressed on the back of the left hand.
"But if you do, I can't give you a needle." The nurse was a little tangled.
Shen Qingqing also found out and frowned. She was about to call another nurse in.
Jiang Fengming's index finger and middle finger fell on the back of Shen Qingqing's left hand, pressing the bleeding place just now.
His well-defined hand pressed on the hemostatic stick in a regular manner, and did not touch her skin at all.
There is not a shred of transgression.
"Thank you." Shen Qingqing said lightly.
"Be polite to me." Jiang Fengming shook his head.
After the nurse pricked the needle, she said a few words of sorry to Shen Qingqing. Then she left the ward with fear.
If Mr. Leng knew about it, she would be fired.
The nurse was uneasy.
"What's the matter with Mr. Jiang?" Shen Qingqing looked at the man sitting on one side and asked.
"I didn't say that I heard you were ill. I'll come to see you." Jiang Fengming said faintly, but there was no emotion in his voice.
"I'm fine. Now that I'm finished, I'll go back." Shen Qingqing began to rush people. It seemed that she remembered something and frowned slightly.
"By the way, did you help find Charlotte's lawyer?"
Shen Qingqing asked directly, his eyes fixed on Jiang Fengming's face to see if he was lying.
Jiang Fengming didn't hide her meaning. He nodded, "well."
"Why help her?" Shen Qingqing then asked.
But as soon as she asked, she felt abrupt. What qualification does she have to question Jiang Fengming?
"She's my friend." Jiang Fengming replied faintly, with a harmless face.
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