Chapter 302

He is not a good surgeon, or even a qualified doctor.

Because the doctor's duty is to save people, not for his own selfish, in order to save one person, but to kill another person.

Cheng Tingxin bit his lip and wanted to say something, but Jiang Bohai didn't give him any chance to refute.

"Drive! Go

He had already got into the car with a man in his arms.

Cheng Ting Xin stamped his foot and sighed. He took out the medicine box from the trunk and handed it to Jiang Bo Huai. He sighed: "stop bleeding, you should have no problem."

Jiang Bo Huai nodded, decisively took the medicine box, and then opened the blanket wrapped on Gu Cheng's body.

Even in a coma, her posture was so defensive. The thin figure curled up and frowned uneasily, as if in a nightmare, a nightmare that seemed never to wake up.

Jiang Bohai's fingertips trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He took out the medical cotton and pressed Gu Cheng's bleeding forehead.

Fortunately, the blanket can slow down the impact force. The damage of the wound is not serious. It's just intertwined with the scar on her face. It looks very shocking.

Jiang Bo Huai clenched his teeth, and the green veins on his forehead seemed to bear something.

From time to time, Cheng Tingxin peeped through the rearview mirror to see the two people in the back row. With a helpless sigh, he raised the speed to the maximum.

Twenty minutes later, they finally arrived at the six villas on the north bank.

Their footsteps were in a hurry. They didn't disturb Cheng tingjun, who was playing games upstairs with headphones.

As soon as Jiang Bohuai came in, he went straight to the basement with the man in his arms.

Cheng Tingxin is obviously very familiar with this place. He directly opens the mechanism behind the wine cabinet, and a small operating room with complete facilities appears in front of them.

Looking at Gu Cheng, who was carefully placed on the operating table by Jiang Bohai, as if he were something fragile.

Cheng Tingxin's eyelids twitched and coughed: "ah Huai, that, actually..."

Before his words were finished, Jiang Bohuai quickly pushed out the pacemaker and heartbeat detector in the corner.

"Ah Huai, listen to me, what's that..."

"The surgical tools are in the disinfection box. I'll find them now!"

Jiang Bo Huai didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He had everything ready in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the other party was about to greet him with a mask and disinfection gloves, Cheng Tingxin quickly stretched out his hand and yelled, "stop, stop! Stop! Ah Huai, her current wound, in our medical terms, is a facial soft tissue abrasion caused by collision and friction. "

Jiang Bo Huai frowned: "what do you mean? Is she in danger? What else do you need? "

Cheng Tingxin covered his face and sighed: "that's what we say, scratch the skin."

Jiang Bohai: "I'm not sure."

Looking at Jiang Bohai's pause, Cheng Tingxin quickly put away the mess and said, "don't worry, you've stopped bleeding for her. I'll clean up the wound and bandage it."

Jiang Bohuai was still worried: "are you sure? Will What causes concussion? "

"It's going to take a film to make sure, but with all due respect, the wound is so small that it shouldn't be so serious."

"It's impossible. I've smeared my hand with sticky blood!"

Jiang Bo Huai shakes her head decisively and looks anxiously at Gu Cheng on the operating table. At this moment, her eyebrows are still locked in her sleep, but the scars on her face seem strange.

It's like something's melting on it.

Just now, the light in the car was too dim to see clearly, but now it looks very clear under the shadowless light in the operating room.

"What's this?"

Cheng Tingxin came forward with some doubts and subconsciously wanted to wipe it, but he was patted by Jiang Bohai.

"Don't touch her. It will hurt."

Cheng Tingxin wrongly flattened his mouth: "I don't want to see what kind of wound it is?"

Jiang Bo Huai frowned, went forward to reach out, carefully touched Gu Cheng's face, and then took it to the light to observe carefully.

Mixed with the blood left before, people can't tell what it is for a while.

Jiang Bo Huai put on the nose, sniffed gently, some uncertain tunnel: "watercolor."

"What? You mean, this is watercolor? The kind of body painting? "

Cheng Tingxin feels that his three outlooks have been severely impacted. Looking at the operating table, he deliberately disguises himself as Gu Cheng, who is neither human nor ghost, and expresses his incomprehension.

"Why?! Why did she do that? "

Subconsciously blurted out this sentence, Cheng Tingxin only later realized that it was not right.When we look at Jiang Bohai again, it turns out that the other person's eyebrows are filled with pain that seems to never stretch.

The answer is about to come out, but he will never say it anyway.

Jiang Bo Huai looked a Lin, frown way: "you go out, I give her clean wound."

Cheng Tingxin scratched his head and looked at Jiang Bohuai anxiously. He seemed to want to say something else, but at last he just sighed helplessly and walked to the door silently.

Before pushing the door open, he still looked back with some worry and couldn't help asking.

"Ah Huai, you What are you going to do? "

In fact, he didn't know what answer he wanted to hear. Maybe he asked this sentence, just as a friend, the only concern he could do.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Bohuai began to respond to his words.

"I will not make the same mistake again."

Cheng Tingxin tugged at the door of the basement with a shaking hand. His heart was cold and he said in a trembling voice: "what do you mean..."

Under the shadowless lamp, Jiang Bohuai's face was as pale as paper, but his voice was firm as never before.

"I have fulfilled my promise. From now on, unless I die, I will never give up on her."

It goes without saying who he is talking about.

Cheng Tingxin feels that his heart suddenly tightens. He doesn't know whether he should be sad or just happy with the general relief.

He hooked his lips, laughed, pushed open the basement door and went out.

Who knows, to meet him is a baseball bat.

After beating the man, Cheng tingjun startled the bread in his mouth. Looking at the familiar face lying on the ground, he was at a loss and said, "brother? Why are you, brother! I... "

He glanced at the "murder weapon" in his hand and quickly raised it.

With a bang, the baseball bat was left on the ground, and Cheng Tingxin also covered the bag on the back of his head, showing his teeth and struggling to sit up.