C64 Drunk and Self-inflicted

She didn't cook much. There were the dishes she had bought the other day, potatoes, tomatoes, and green peppers in the fridge.

Then let's fry a potato, stir-fried powder, and watch a comedy. This way, my mood should be a little better.

She washed a potato and raised her knife. One potato on the chopping board became two in the blink of an eye, then another. She muttered, "It won't cut itself, will it?" Hesitating for a moment, Zhang Xuan lowered the saber and held the potato in his hand. Then, he made a gesture with his hand and cut the potato in half.

"Very good." She cut off the other half of the knife and gestured for a long time. Then, she slashed down again – as if there was something that was gurgling out of the knife.

Jiang Wangshu put down his knife, raised his hand and pressed it to his eyes. His fingers were red, dripping blood on the floor.

Her eyes were still unable to focus, but she knew that once she cut her hand, she would go to the sofa to find toilet paper. As she wiped more and more, half a bag of toilet paper could barely stop the bleeding. If it keeps on flowing, it will die! "

Jiang Wenshu sat on the floor and punched himself in frustration. Looking at the phone on the tea table, he flipped through the contacts and found Ling Ling's phone number. He cried as he called, "I'm bleeding."

Ling Ling Tian was curled up on the sofa watching television. On a variety show, the guest was laughing so loudly that she could not hear him clearly. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm bleeding." she repeated loudly. "I cut my hand. I lost a lot of blood."

Ling Ling turned off the sound of the TV, and heard her cut her hand, jumping up from the sofa, "No, why did you cut her hand?" You … "Find something to bandage up first, I'll be right there."

"I'm dizzy."

"Dizziness?" How much blood did she bleed? What was she doing alone at home?

"You … Forget it, forget it. I'll go over right now. After watching too many TV shows, she reminded him before she hung up, "Don't go to sleep, I …" I'll be right there. I'll be right there. "

After hanging up, she sat on the floor with her upper body on the sofa. She rested her head on the pillow and watched the blood drip like a faucet that had not been tightened. Instead, her heart was much calmer. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, but he was worried about it. If he couldn't get to work on Monday, what should he do? He had just accepted a large project like the one paid for by Yu An Corporation. Furthermore, he would receive commission and rewards after completing the project. He couldn't afford to be absent from work, right?

She was muddle-headed as she thought about this. It was only after so many days that she was finally able to calm down. Her heart was as calm as still water.

Ling Ling left Jiang Wangshu's key, just in case she didn't want to go home one day, he could come and stay with her for a few days. He didn't expect that this key would come in handy so soon.

She almost killed the driver along the way. She rushed to the place, opened the door, and the kitchen to the living room floor. She saw a pool of blood, and her heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Wenshu was lying on the sofa, blood was still oozing out from the index finger of his left hand. The pool of blood on the floor was terrifying.

"Ginger …" She almost cried, patted her face, saw that people were still awake, and breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death!" "Get up and come with me to the hospital."

Along the way, Jiang Wenshu acted like he was in a dream. There were tall buildings, rainbow-colored neon, doctors, nurses, and movies. They all flashed across his eyes one frame at a time.

"What's going on? Your injuries are that severe? "

"Did you drink?"

"Drunk and self-mutilated, what is this?"

She could no longer tell who said what. Ling hugged her and leaned on Ling Ling Ling's shoulder, watching as the doctor stitched up the wound and bandaged her. From beginning to end, she didn't say a word.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Wenshu was about to shake his head when he suddenly remembered. He explained, "I'm not cutting my own head off. I want to cook. I cut the vegetables while I'm chopping them."

The nurse next to her scolded her, "How much did you drink? What are you doing when you're drunk? This cut off is fierce enough. Just use a little more strength and your fingers will be cut off. "

She pursed her lips. "I'm hungry."

Ling Ling rolled his eyes at the nurse, hugging her and comforting her, "It's fine, it's fine, I'll take you to eat later."

However, every time she drank, she would always be by her side. This time, she had suffered some sort of provocation and bought her own wine, but that damned girl wouldn't tell her anything, so how could she just keep herself in suspense?

Ling Ling's phone was in the back pocket of her jeans. Her phone vibrated, causing her butt to go numb. She picked it up and saw that it was Ji Lang. She asked the nurse to take her place and went out to answer the phone.

The voice was brisk. "Where are my clothes? "You've already returned it for a week. Are you sure it's still going to be repaid?"

"You can pay me back, you can pay me back. I'll send it over to you tomorrow."

"Can't you see me out tonight? I'm waiting to wear it. "

Ling Ling Xin thought in her heart, how could your big boss possibly lack this set of clothes? However, he still explained, "I'm with Ginger in the hospital." Not today. "

Ji Lang was slightly surprised. "Why is Little Jiang in the hospital?" Did you catch a cold? Or sick? "

Ling Ling was also quite scared just now, but now that he thought about it, he still felt a lingering fear, "It's her hand, you don't know, just a little bit of flesh, almost that half a finger was broken, I'm so scared, I can't go anywhere right now, I have to stay with her in the hospital."

"No, why did you cut off his hand?"

"I drank. When I was drunk, I said I was hungry. I cut it when I was cutting vegetables."

"Does Old Fu know?"

Ling Ling said he did not know, "I haven't asked Ginger yet, let's see if she tells Big Bro."

Ji Lang slapped his thigh and said, "You're still asking her? Why are you asking her? You definitely have to tell Old Fu!"

"That's not it …"

Ji Lang did not know, but Ling Ling knew very well that Jiang Wang Shu did not want to trouble Yu An any further. That was because he was eager to draw a clear line between them. As for the reason …

"Alright, enough. Take good care of her."

Ji Lang hung up the phone. He probably went to call Fu Yuan. Ling Ling stared at his phone in a daze, thinking to himself, It shouldn't be a big deal to let Fu Yuan know.

After Jiang Wangshu woke up from the alcohol, he slowly felt pain in his heart. The pain in his fingers caused her arm to be unable to lift it up even after a whole day.

As she gasped for breath, Ling Ling stretched out his hand and knocked on her head, "Do you know how painful it is now?"

"It really does hurt."