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You're a tough guy

It's just that this question was a little presumptuous for their relationship, but Shang Xiaomo hesitated for a moment. In the end, she chose to answer honestly, "Eh …. "No."

Previously, when his hand was trembling, he only roughly looked at it. Now that he looked at it from a doctor's perspective, Jing An could basically be sure that Shang Xiaomo was rushing towards the radial artery inside her wrist.

Thinking to this point, he threw away the tweezers in his hand, and then grasped Shang Xiaomo's other hand. With a few moves, he removed the bandages Nanny Wei had already wrapped up.

When he saw that his wound was only scratched by something as sharp as a needle, he subconsciously let out a sigh of relief. "Your hand must have been pulled when the IV dropped, right?"

"Yeah, but why did you tear it down for me?" Nanny Wei just finished wrapping it up with great difficulty. " Shang Xiaomo was already confused. What did this have to do with her having a boyfriend?

had already thought of the reason a long time ago, he went closer to her hand that he didn't know where he should place his hand to smell, and said: "En, it's just that it's not disinfected yet."

"Aha? That's it? " Shang Xiaomo looked at the serious Jing An in shock, "Then aren't you making a big fuss over nothing."

"How did you get this injury?" Jing An was actually asking about the cut on his wrist, but he was holding onto the other hand.

Therefore, Shang Xiaomo answered as if it was a matter of course: "Didn't you just say that when you were injecting, you accidentally pulled the syringe out?"

"You know I'm not asking for this hand." Jing An's tone was a little overbearing, but he still did not notice it.

"Um …" The reason is a bit inconvenient to say. It's a cut anyway. " Knowing that he was someone that the doctor could not hide, Shang Xiaomo did not hide her wound from him. Only, because of this, she thought of Ji Yanxi.

Why not?

Her clear eyes were actually covered by a layer of mist. Was it because she was sad?

Hearing her reply and adding Jing An's own observations, he was more or less certain that she was trapped by her feelings.

Thinking of this, Jing An's head turned hot and he actually blurted out the words at the bottom of his heart, "Why do you want to commit suicide?"

How did he know?!

Is he a doctor? Moreover, even if it was an accidental wound, it shouldn't be this deep.

Shang Xiaomo was surprised by how quickly Jing An's thoughts were jumping. She was unable to keep up with him and only heard his question.

Retracting the shock in his eyes, Shang Xiaomo's expression instantly changed. She did not need to tell him the things that happened in the past, "This should belong to … Is it a matter of privacy? I don't want to say. "

"You don't want to say?" Jing An tightened his grip on her hand.

Shang Xiaomo looked at him in pain, but he ignored him, "Answer me."

"You're going too far." At the beginning, Shang Xiaomo did not plan to bother about his rudeness, but he did not expect Jing An to repeat this again and again, "I think I have the right to refuse to answer this kind of question."

"What's more, whether I commit suicide or not, and that you asked me if I have a boyfriend, all these have nothing to do with you, right?" Shang Xiaomo's tone became heavier as well, and she tried to pull her hand out, but Jing An held it even tighter, "Last bit, you hurt me."

Hearing that, Jing An really released Shang Xiaomo's hand. On her wrist, one could faintly see five red finger prints.

He calmly picked up the tweezers from the ground and returned to the medicine box's side. This time, he brought the disinfectant directly over. "Sit on the bed."

Shang Xiaomo who was currently angered by what happened just now said, "Why should I listen to you? "Also, you still won't leave, right? Then I'll go out."

Shang Xiaomo strode forward and prepared to leave the room, but Jing An calmly placed the disinfectant on the table beside his bed, "Your gauze has been removed by me, can you leave this room already?"

Shang Xiaomo hated this kind of way of looking like he was going to eat her up, because that was the same tone as Ji Yanxi.

Hearing that, Shang Xiaomo's anger rose immediately, "Even if I can't leave, I won't listen to you and obediently go over."

"Oh, really?" Jing An looked as if he was victorious as he opened the bottle, the smell of the disinfectant became even stronger, "Then I don't mind going out to tell Nanny Wei that the wound on your hand is …."

"Stop talking, what else do you want?" Shang Xiaomo stepped out of the door and withdrew her foot, staring at Jing An who was sitting on the chair, how could this person be more shameless than Ji Yanxi?

"I don't want to do anything to you." Seeing that she had obediently returned, Jing An frowned and patted on the bed beside him: Come, sit.

"Alright, I understand." After she finished gnashing her teeth, with a thump sound of her feet, Shang Xiaomo walked towards Jing An. In her heart, she had already treated the floor as Jing An's face, and sat down on the bed.

The moment Shang Xiaomo sat down, she saw Jing An suddenly stand up, and stand in front of her, completely blocking her path. "It's not like I can't run, you block …"

Shang Xiaomo was startled by Jing An's sudden squatting up and down. Her cute appearance made Jing An unable to hold back his laughter, "I'm not afraid that you might run away. I already said that your hand hasn't been disinfected yet."

It was unknown when the tweezers appeared in Jing An's hands, but he had already grabbed onto Shang Xiaomo's sinister wound, "It might hurt a little, endure it."

Jing An merely touched his wound lightly, but Shang Xiaomo was already overwhelmed by the power of the disinfectant, "Hiss, it's so painful …"

The professional method combined with the serious side view, the professional manner of the doctor was fully displayed on Jing An's body, his body was filled with attraction.

However, Shang Xiaomo was not in the mood to appreciate all of this. She only pursed her lips stubbornly, and resisted the stimulation from her wrist and stopped moving. "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

This kind of soft and weak appearance, along with her own unique tenacity, caused Jing An's heart to faintly move.

Jing An stopped what he was doing and looked at Shang Xiaomo, pain unexpectedly appearing in his eyes, "You are a very strong person."