novelraw Chapter 357: You Better Behave (18)
Chapter 357: You Better Behave (18)
The doctor spoke urgently, full of tension."Get out! Now." Fu Nancheng raised his eyes to look at him, a trace of impatience in his gaze.
The doctor felt as if an ice pick had fallen on him, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
He had never seen such a terrifying man, like a Shura walking out of hell, full of ominous and chilling coldness, horrifying and fearsome.
Seeing the atmosphere in the room was off, Qiao Mo quickly stepped forward to take the items from the doctor’s hands: "Let me do it, can you tell me how to handle it?"
With Qiao Mo mediating, the doctor clearly felt the atmosphere relax a lot.
He immediately explained it carefully to Qiao Mo, and then left the ward uneasily.
After the doctor left, only she and Fu Nancheng were left in the room.
She glanced at him, said nothing, and imitated the doctor’s manner to stand in front of him and began to treat his wound.
When the cotton swab touched the wound, she couldn’t help but think of the scene just now. She didn’t dare to imagine what would happen if the dagger had plunged a few centimeters deeper.
The wound was hideous, the flesh torn apart, a thick gash that looked very painful.
Qiao Mo felt a bit dazed, her heart aching sharply, making her suspect her heart might cramp too, the pain spreading from a point to her entire body, making her little face a few shades paler.
Qiao Mo couldn’t help but find it laughable. Why did it feel like the knife stabbed her instead? Her heart suffered intensely, yet he seemed like nothing had happened.
She withdrew her chaotic thoughts, stopped overthinking, and carefully treated his wound according to the doctor’s instructions.
But it didn’t take long for her to understand why the doctor’s hands had trembled before. Holding up an arm like that was extremely exhausting, and enduring his cold gaze, it was hard not to be nervous.
Soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of Qiao Mo’s nose, and her dry lips cracked a bit.
Finally, a few minutes later, Qiao Mo could no longer hold up her arm. She tugged at his arm and said softly, "Can you sit down?"
Fu Nancheng did not respond, glanced at her, and slowly seated himself on the sofa, particularly quiet.
Qiao Mo sat beside him, continued to treat his wound, with extreme caution.
"Turn a little..."
"Uh, don’t move."
...
Due to lack of experience, Qiao Mo occasionally spoke, while the man who had been uncooperative and astonishingly ill-tempered was now particularly quiet and well-behaved, complying with her in silence.
Even if she accidentally caused him pain, he did not react in the slightest, his dark eyes fixed on her face, unwilling to look away.
After struggling for over ten minutes, Qiao Mo finally finished applying the medicine, wrapped the wound with gauze, but her mind was still somewhat blank.
The thought of earlier made her heart tremble. She couldn’t bear to think if the dagger had really pierced his heart...
Intense fear and anxiety swept over her, making her face several shades paler.
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, placed the items in her hand on the coffee table, and stood up.
As she moved, he grabbed one of her small hands, his gaze falling on her face, as if afraid she would leave.
Qiao Mo was silent for a few seconds, looking at the slender hand with distinct knuckles, and eventually gently broke free.
As if afraid he would use too much strength and touch the wound on her palm, he exerted little force, allowing Qiao Mo to easily withdraw her hand.
His grip now empty, his gaze seemed a bit disappointed. Looking at his empty hand, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Qiao Mo walked past him, went to the bedside and attempted to raise the bed, but she didn’t have much strength, and her hands were injured; she could hardly exert any force. At this moment, two large hands took the frame from her hands and raised the bed.