CH 24.2

Hand Injury (2)

“It’s really all right.” Xue Lan moved his wrist tentatively as he said, indicating that his wrist was not injured: “It’s really all right.”

Duan Wenzheng’s complexion did not soften, his eyes shifted from his wrists to his legs under the long skirt: “Can you stand up?”

“Yes.” Xue Lan looked at the skirt that was now wrinkled like a rag, and wanted to stand up in embarrassment.

But just as he tried to stand up with all his strength, he felt another throbbing pain in his ankle, which made him sit back on the spot again with a low whimper.

Duan’s father took a deep breath: “Xiao Xue, are you alright?”

The coldness on Duan Wenzheng’s face was even worse. Seeing this, Xue Lan hurriedly wanted to say that he was fine again, but before he could speak, a feeling of weightlessness made him cry out, and Duan Wenzheng hugged him by the waist!

Xue Lan gasped.

How could Duan Wenzheng hug himself like this in front of his father, he is a man… oh, he is a woman now.

Xue Lan was choked by such “self-knowledge”, and the blush that had just climbed up her cheeks dissipated in an instant, and gradually turned into…death.

Duan Wenzheng gently placed him on the sofa beside him with the faint light, and then he saw Duan Wenzheng squatting down in front of him, carefully supporting his ankle with his hands.

“Does this hurt?”

Xue Lan’s ankle was held in his palm, and he held his breath in a panic, shaking his head almost in a panic.

“how about this?”

After asking this a few times, Duan Wenzheng’s expression softened a little. He gently put his foot down, and asked seriously, “Where else is injured?”

Xue Lan opened his mouth, then hastily closed it again with a sense of humor.

Yes… I just rolled down the stairs, and now my back is starting to throb slightly after the numb pain. But seeing Duan Wenzheng’s posture of checking all the wounds, he still shook his head in a hurry: “It’s gone.”

Duan Wenzheng stood up when he heard the words, and just when Xue Lan thought it was all right, he heard him say, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No need! It’s really fine!”

Xue Lan’s back stiffened when he heard the words. Although the hospital had long been a routine for him, but now that he finally left, he didn’t want to have anything to do with that place…

Duan Wenzheng didn’t listen to his explanation, and handed him the mobile phone, and involuntarily picked him up again and walked out.

“I have to go to the hospital for a full-body examination!” Duan’s father hurriedly followed, completely losing the posture he had when he was asking questions at the dinner table just now, and said nervously: “I’ll go there with you, Xiao Xue is here to save me. If anything happens to him…”

“Uncle Duan, I’m really fine…” Xue Lan waved his hands in embarrassment: “It’s you, it’s better to wait and check carefully.”

Duan’s father was even more moved when he heard the words: “Xiao Xue, you…you still care about me first…”

Duan Wenzheng didn’t want to listen to his nonsense, so he walked out the door with a tense expression.

After distanced himself from Duan’s father who was chasing after him, Xue Lan clutched the fabric of his front and whispered awkwardly: “He, he can’t see, you put me down quickly, I can go by myself .”

“You think I’m acting?”

Duan Wenzheng still had no expression on his face, and Xue Lan was so choked up under his serious gaze that he didn’t say a word.

But… isn’t it?

Fortunately, the hospital examination was not an exaggerated general examination, and the result was indeed as Xue Lan said, it was just a slight sprain and nothing serious. At Xue Lan’s insistence, Duan’s father followed suit, and Xue Lan was completely at ease.

Although Duan Wenzheng didn’t say anything, Xue Lan knew it well. He was also extremely worried about whether his father was injured. Seeing that both of them were fine, his hanging heart seemed to finally come down, and his tense expression gradually faded along the way. There is detente.

The doctor prescribed external medicine and told me to spray the medicine on time every day before leaving.

The thrill of the night finally came to an end. Xue Lan and Duan Wenzheng sat on the bench outside the hospital for the time being, watching his calm expression, and consciously took out the medicine he was holding tightly in his hand.

“I just said it doesn’t matter.” Xue Lan said and opened the medicine: “I will also spray the medicine on time, but you, you should go and see Uncle Duan…”

Duan Wenzheng took the medicine in his hand casually, and carefully pulled up his sleeve: “When he fell just now, he was obviously far away from you, why did you reach out to stop him?”

Xue Lan was taken aback.

The stairs in Duan Wenzheng’s house are not narrow, and Duan’s father stumbled and fell just now, and it was indeed not far or near his side.

The situation was flustered just now, although he really wanted to follow up the stairs because he was afraid of what happened in the original text, but it happened suddenly, and he really didn’t think too much about it, everything was just instinct.

“It’s not that you want to be a professional player. Don’t you know how important a professional player’s hands are?”

Xue Lan smiled, but did not speak.

Duan Wenzheng didn’t seem to want an answer either. He raised his wrist and sprayed the medicine carefully, the action actually carried a tenderness that was completely different from the past.

His other hand was also under his palm, and his lowered eyebrows scattered a dense shadow under the dim yellow street lamp.

Xue Lan’s heart skipped a few beats unknowingly, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand.

The hand under the palm tightened slightly, but instead he held the hand he wanted to withdraw into his palm.

If the situation just now made him feel a little unnatural, then Duan Wenzheng’s slightly clenched five fingers at this moment seemed to press a switch for a certain order, which suddenly made his unstable heart even more beating like a drum.

Duan Wenzheng didn’t seem to notice anything, and continued spraying carefully with his head down: “The old man is peeking, don’t move.”

Xue Lan froze in a hurry and wanted to withdraw her hand movement, as if she had been cast with a holding spell, she didn’t dare to move any more.