When the female manager of an Italian restaurant heard that Mr. He was injured, it was not something that the medical box could handle. He had to be sent to the hospital and the emergency room. Senior wards and other items were standard, otherwise this ancestor would have to throw the store off!

How could I be so negligent that I could just bandage it and get rid of it. What if I get inflammation?

The female manager asked in confusion: "Well, why don't we call 120?"

"Is this minor injury necessary to make a big fight? Just bring a medical box over, hurry up." He Jiaming sent the female manager away.

Sweetheart sat on the chair and glared at him. The guy was actually smiling and proud. She slapped the table: "Xiaoxiao, why are you laughing at, stupid!"

"I'm happy." He Jiaming answered slowly in a low-blank tone.

"What's so happy about bleeding? Are you hallucinating too much blood and hypoxia?" Sweetheart despised him very much.

The female manager trotted all the way and brought the medical box at the speed of light. When Sweetheart saw the full set of facilities, she was shocked - it was really a luxurious Italian restaurant, and even such things can be prepared.

Little did I know that in order not to offend this master, the female manager was the fastest waiter in a special store and ran to the large pharmacy across the street to buy it!

She stood up and stood in front of He Jiaming. He Jiaming immediately sent away the stunned manager and waiter: "Why are you standing there? Be a master's light bulb? Flash quickly!"

Everyone evacuated at the speed of light in an instant so that Young Master He could perform as he pleased!

Sweetheart ordered He Jiaming: "Hey, unbutton your shirt."

He Jiaming instantly took off his shirt and sat in front of her naked body!

Sweetheart's expression was very complicated. She stared at He Jiaming with big eyes. She said speechlessly: "Just expose one arm, you are too..."

"It's so convenient, why don't you wear one sleeve and take off the other? I'm not a Mongolian." He Jiaming had quite a reason.

Puff... When I heard the Mongolians, my sweetheart squirted.

Seeing that she finally laughed, He Jiaming was also very happy. You know, he had to do a lot of effort to make this ancestor laugh.

"I can only briefly bandage you. I can't even make it too complicated. And it depends on whether your wound is deep or not. If it is deep, you have to go to the hospital." Sweetheart said while wiping the blood on his arm.

The wound is in the forearm, although shallow but very long, and the capillaries are cut, so the amount of bleeding is a bit amazing.

Sweetheart used tweezers to hold a cotton ball around the wound and wiped it with iodine. When it was wiped, it even bulged its cheeks and blew it carefully twice, fearing that it would hurt.

He Jiaming became hard in an instant!

I want to kiss her again! I can't control my mouth and birds!

He had no choice but to look straight at her fair skin that was accidentally exposed on her collar.

Sweetheart care is a three-legged cat kung fu. It’s too complicated. Simple small wounds are OK. She first carefully treated the dirt around the wound, and asked him seriously and meticulously: “Does it hurt?”

"It doesn't hurt."

"If it hurts, I'll tell me."

"Can such a shallow wound hurt me to death?" He Jiaming sneered, looking down on me too much.

Because the wound is not very deep, after the most basic treatment, Sweetheart decided to apply some red medicine to it, which can stop bleeding and prevent bacteria from entering again.

After finishing, she wrapped his wounds with a bandage, wrapping them up without looseness or tightness, neither falling off nor hindering him from doing things.

He Jiaming was very satisfied with Sweetheart's craftsmanship, and he asked: "Who did you learn this from?"

"When I was a child, my grandmother was always sick. I went to the hospital with her. When I was fine, I learned from the nurses' sisters at the nurse station." Sweetheart suddenly looked at him like a treasure, "How is it? It's not bad, right?"

She suddenly looked forward to his praise in such a earnest tone. He Jiaming couldn't control himself. He tried not to show too much excitement and nodded calmly: "Make it."

"Make do it for your sister." Sweetheart packed the medicine box fiercely again, and instantly changed his face without hesitation.

He Jiaming decided to get hurt and get disabled and go to find her if he is fine, at least this will give her a few more meetings.

After the wound was treated, He Jiaming had to wear the blood-stained shirt and eat in the restaurant. The visual effect should not be too shocking.

"We...continue to eat?" he asked inquiry.

"You can't eat beef and mutton, nor can you eat sea fish. These are all things that will cause inflammation in the wound." Sweetheart reminded.

He Jiaming immediately became a bitter look, because he was indeed hungry after such trouble. He looked at the dining table and asked, "Then what can I eat?"

"It's okay to eat pasta and cream soup that are not spicy, but clams can't be placed in the cream soup." Sweetheart told the waiter to put these again.

Although He Jiaming has had many girlfriends, none of them can care deeply about his life like Sweetheart. Suddenly, Young Master He, who has always been arrogant, domineering and strong, discovered that he also longed to be taken care of.

The creamy soup and tomato pasta were quickly served. To be honest, He Jiaming really didn't want to eat this monotonous thing at all.

But sweetheart was having a great time eating, as if nothing had happened just now.

So soon, he stopped getting angry? He Jiaming was a little puzzled, and he asked, "Hey, why do you seem to be in a better mood again?"

"Otherwise, what else can I do? I won't be angry to death just because I was kissed by you." Sweetheart waved his fork.

He Jiaming was speechless about her brain circuit, but it was good, it was so coaxing, and stupid.

He was careful and ready to move, and sat there and refused to take a bite. Sweetheart looked at him and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"My hands hurt, I can't lift the spoon." He Jiaming answered with confidence.

Sweetheart almost squirted again. She looked at He Jiaming with laughter and crying: "I ask you, Mr. He, you hurt your left hand and not your right hand. How could you hurt so much that you can't lift something as light as a spoon? And you are covered in muscles. Is it necessary to act so pitiful?"

"Have you ever heard of a pulling one's hair moving all over the body?" He Jiaming retorted, "What's more, this is not a single hair, it's because my arm is injured. It hurts so much, do you understand?"

I really don't understand... Sweetheart continued to eat on his own speechlessly.

He Jiaming looked at him very irritable - why don’t he feel sympathy at all! I’m still hungry! Didn’t you eat this meal today just to treat me?

He stared at Sweetheart's plate with his eyes, staring at Sweetheart's every move. His scorching gaze turned into bends of Sweetheart's fork and knife. It was really resentful compared to that.

Sweetheart couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to look up at him again: "What the hell do you want?"
Chapter completed!