Chapter 81 081: Jing Zhao is injured, the leader takes care of him all night (second update)

The merchant leader's good mood lasted until after dinner because Jing Zhao had not returned yet.

He reported to Ms. Lu that he was safe.

【flight delayed】

【Everything is fine, don’t think about it】

"It's snowing in the Imperial Capital, I guess it will have to wait until tomorrow." Ms. Lu said to the business leader, "Go back, wash up, and rest early."

Jing Qianqian was held in the arms of the business leader. She was full of cat food and fell asleep with her eyelids drooped.

The business leader put Jing Qianqian into the cat's nest and said to Ms. Lu, "You should also go to bed early."

After saying good night to each other, the business leader took her back to the 19th floor. She lay on the sofa and didn't want to move. She just lay there for more than half an hour before getting up to wash up.

It was very windy outside, and the businessman couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned for a long time. When he turned on his phone, he saw that it was past midnight.

She got out of bed, put on a cardigan, took her cigarette and lighter, and went to the balcony.

Someone's cat was meowing upstairs, and the noise was annoying. She wanted to imitate the poem about leaning on the railing and looking at the moon, but she raised her head and looked at it a few times, and found it boring.

She smoked hard and puffed out smoke rings skillfully.

When she was about to finish the second one, she heard a sound coming from downstairs, like something hitting the door.

Not Jingjian, Jingjian went back to school after dinner.

The businessman threw the cigarette butt into the potted plant, rinsed his mouth briefly, took the key and went out.

She ran to the 18th floor. Because of the sound of footsteps, the voice-activated light in front of door 1803 turned on.

Her intuition was correct, it was Jing Hui who came back. He was sitting on the ground, leaning against the door, lifeless.

"Jing Zhao."

His eyes were closed and he did not respond when called.

The merchant leader did not dare to touch him casually, so he squatted down, got closer and called him: "Jing Zhao"

She smelled disinfectant, medicine, and blood.

She wanted to call an ambulance, but her hands couldn't control her. She couldn't hold the phone firmly, and she stumbled over the three digits.

She was very flustered and kept calling Jing Zhao's name.

It took a long time for Jing Zhao to open his eyes. He was breathing very softly and his voice was so low that there was no echo in the empty corridor.

"No need to go to the hospital."

The business leader knew that he was such a person that even if his teeth were broken, he would swallow them with blood. His bones were so hard that he would not fall down unless he stretched to the limit.

"No, I have to go." Shang Lingling held the phone steady, deleted the wrong number and pressed it again.

Her sleeve was pulled by Jing Zhao.

"Don't go to the hospital." His forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was very pale due to blood loss. "Didn't you study medicine?"

Shang Lingling told him that she studied clinical medicine in university.

"But I'm not a doctor." Her hands were shaking even when she called an ambulance. How could she help him?

Jing Zhao said it lightly, obviously he was weak: "It doesn't matter, you can't cure me."

Still thinking of joking, the business leader's eyes turned red, but he still listened to him and did not call an ambulance.

He held the door and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't bring up the strength in his abdomen, and he didn't care whether there were differences between men and women, so he stretched out his hand towards the business leader.

"Help me."

The business leader adjusted her breathing and calmed herself down. She walked closer, held Jing Zhao's hand, squatted down a little, put one hand around his waist, and asked him to put his weight on her, and then slowly

stand up.

Jing Zhao opened the door with the key.

The room was too far away, so the business leader helped him lie down on the sofa. His hands were cold, but his body was very hot, so she knelt down and lifted up his clothes.

Jing Zhao refused to let her go and grabbed her hand through her clothes: "Don't look at it, just give me some antipyretic medicine."

He had a fever caused by trauma.

The business leader had already seen the blood on the hem of his clothes: "Let me see your wounds."

He doesn't let go.

It is rare for a business leader to keep such a straight face: "If you don't let go, I'll call Ms. Lu."

If Ms. Lu found out, she would shed tears again.

He let go of his hand and lifted up his clothes by the business collar. His injury was on the abdomen and had been treated, but the wound was slightly torn and the gauze was soaked with blood.

"I'll get the medicine kit."

The business leader held back his words, covered him with a blanket, got up and went out.

When she came down with the medicine box, Jing Zhao was lying there motionless, with sweat on his temples and neck.

"Jing Zhao."

"Jing Zhao."

The business leader knelt down and pushed him.

He opened his eyes and responded: "Yeah."

The business leader sat down on the carpet, opened the medicine box, stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Jing Zhao: "How many is this?"

He didn't answer.

She brought her face closer again: "Who am I?"

He had no strength: "Shang Ling Ling."

Still conscious and not burned out.

Although Shang Lingling is not a doctor, he has a background in clinical medicine and has the habit of keeping a medical kit at home.

There were no medical gloves, so she disinfected her hands first: "Have you used antibiotics?"

"Um."

She wiped off the disinfectant on her hands and rubbed her palms. When her hands were warm, she helped Jing Zhao take off the gauze: "How long have you had a fever?"

"It's been a long time."

She lowered her head and was very focused, but because of her anxiety, her fingers were shaking a little unsteadily: "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

He held down the lifted hem of his clothes with one hand and rested his head on the other: "Yes."

The sofa was a bit too small for him to lie down on. He must have really run out of energy, so he lay down very cooperatively and didn't move.

Shang Lingling put the bloody gauze in a bag and threw it into the trash can. Fortunately, the blood stopped flowing. She used tweezers to hold a cotton ball, first treated the residual blood around the wound, and then re-anti-inflammed it.

There is also a scar on his abdomen, about as long as a finger, and also near the chest, half covered by clothes.

The business leader returned his attention to his wound. It was a stab wound, two fingers long, and required many stitches.

She wanted to overturn her previous plan, and when she and Jing Zhao were together in the future, she would try her best to trip up his feet and prevent him from getting out or getting hurt.

She dipped a cotton swab into the medicine and said, "Jing Zhao, turn your head away and don't look."

She is not mentally strong and her hands are shaking.

Jing Zhao closed his eyes in cooperation, unable to see her movements, and his sense of touch seemed to be sharper.

She changed the cotton ball again, which was softer than cotton swabs. She wiped it and then blew it gently. The whole process was very slow, but even so, the wound still hurt.

When she leaned over, the tips of her hair fell on him.

"How did you get hurt?" Her nose was blocked and her voice was muffled.

Jing Zhao didn't open his eyes: "I was discovered at Holland's processing factory. Photography is not allowed there."

The business leader didn't ask any more questions, put down the cotton ball and tweezers, cut a piece of medical gauze, put it on his wound, and taped it in place.

There is a tattoo on the inner side of his left waist, half the size of a palm, and the tattoo is a cage locked by iron chains. This pattern was drawn by her herself, and it was the brand she gave him.

She put down his clothes and pulled the blanket up to cover his neck.

She got up to pour water, warmed it up, put it on the table, and poured antipyretic medicine into the bottle cap.

"Open your mouth."

Jing Zhao opened his eyes and saw that the corners of her eyes were already red.

"Take the fever-reducing medicine."

He took the medicine and water, mixed them and drank them: "Go back, it's already very late."

The business leader sat on the carpet. After packing the medical kit, he moved forward and leaned his elbows on the sofa: "Should I stay here or let your mother come over? You choose one."

Jing Zhao put down his cup and stopped talking.

The business leader touched his forehead with the back of his hand, which was very hot: "If the fever doesn't go away within two hours, I'll call an ambulance."

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sorry I'm late.
Chapter completed!