LaCrosse restaurant staff dormitory.
The 17th and 18th floors of the restaurant are staff dormitories and rest areas. Each employee has an exclusive room.
And it was in one of the rooms.
A man was applying medicine to the injured part of his calf with a forbearing look.
The wound was already ulcerated and inflamed. Because it was not treated in time at the time, it has worsened very seriously recently.
The man gritted his teeth and poured hydrogen peroxide onto the wound, immediately! ??
Layers upon layers of white foam bubbled up.
He took out a dagger, roasted it on the fire a few times, and dug into his wound without changing his expression.
He actually dug out the ulcer in his wound with one knife after another.
The wound without anesthesia was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't seem to feel it, as if he was digging someone else's leg.
He moved quickly and quickly treated the wound, then applied some wound healing medicine, and finally bandaged the wound with clean gauze.
Then he took a long breath.
His whole body was soaked with sweat, his forehead was covered with sweat, and the cold sweat on his back wet his shirt.
He grabbed a tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then sat up and put down his trousers.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a familiar voice came from outside the door.
"Chef Hua, the head chef of the back kitchen invites you to come over."
It was his apprentice Xiao Zhou. The Chinese stood up from the bed with difficulty and put away all the gauze, alcohol and the like.
Then he pretended that his legs were not injured in any way, endured the excruciating pain, and walked steadily towards the door.
He opened the door to the room and saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy standing at the door. The boy was not tall and had a childish face, exuding the unique vitality of young people.
Seeing the Chinese opening the door, Xiao Zhou smiled and said, "What are you doing in there? Why did it take so long to open the door?"
The Chinese man's eyes were full of innocence, "Xiao Zhou, I...I seem to be sick, my head is very hot, am I going to die?"
When Xiao Zhou heard this, his expression changed, and he quickly stood on tiptoes and raised his hand to touch the Chinese man's forehead, "It's so hot! I'll call Dr. Wang for you."
Dr. Wang is the specially appointed doctor of LaCrosse Hotel. Usually when hotel employees have headaches or fever, they always come to see him.
After seeing Xiao Zhou's figure leaving, the Chinese's eyes dimmed.
His leg injury has been injured for a long time. I hope Dr. Wang won't notice it.
After the leg injury, he insisted on continuing to work and did not let anyone see that he had suffered a gunshot wound.
How can others know about the taboo of gunshot wounds?
But... his current wound is too serious. If
If he continues to work and doesn't take good care of his injury, his leg may become useless.
Now he has a fever again and it seems he can only rest for a few days.
A few minutes later, Xiao Zhou took Dr. Wang into his room.
Dr. Wang is a middle-aged man in his fifties with a kind face. He was pulled by Xiao Zhou and said breathlessly, "Xiao Zhou, I'm old. If you pull me again, I will fall."
"Doctor Wang, our Chef Hua is usually in excellent physical condition and has never been sick. He suddenly fell ill. Can I not be anxious?" Xiao Zhou's tone was full of urgent concern.
Dr. Wang was dragged to stand in front of the Chinese people. He was also very tired. He took a breath and said, "Chef Hua, how are you? Doctor Wang is here."
The Chinese man's blue eyes flashed slightly, and the concern for him from the people in the LaCrosse Hotel was not fake.
He's not an iron man, he's not emotionless... How could he do it...
His nose was slightly sour and he said calmly, "Doctor Wang, I have a fever and it seems..."
Dr. Wang took out the infrared thermometer and measured him. He squinted and said, "The fever is not low, 392."
He looked at the Chinese man's tongue coating again and said, "It seems that digestion has not been very good recently."
He looked at the blond man lying on the bed, "Are you feeling uncomfortable elsewhere?"
The Chinese shook their heads and said, "No more."
"Young man, you can't make enough money, so take more rest. Don't be a workaholic every day. Who in our hotel doesn't know that you haven't taken a day off in so many years. Okay, I'll write a sick leave note for you.
Take a week off."
Dr. Wang couldn't help but say a few more words, write a few strokes, write a prescription, and write a leave request note and give it to Xiao Zhou, "Go and get it from the manager. By the way, go to the pharmacy outside to buy the medicine."
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"Okay!" Xiao Zhou took the two notes and went out. Doctor Wang packed up and left.
There was only a Chinese man left in the room. His big palm took out a thin necklace from under the pillow and raised it in front of him.
Those blue eyes like the sea stared deeply at the necklace.
It was as if he was looking at his lover with deep affection.
Seven days... He only has seven days.
After these seven days of rest, he must complete the tasks assigned to him by the organization.
If it is not completed, he will leave this world.
There was pain in his heart, so painful that he could hardly breathe.
He couldn't...he didn't dare...he shouldn't...
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Slowly closed his eyes.
The injury on his leg was aching, and after a week's rest... he had to make a decision.
Early in the morning, Ruan Su went to the film and television city.
She went straight to the set and saw Bo Wenyu and Jiang Xinfeng who were filming the finale.
Two boys and girls stand together, which is pleasing to the eye and makes people feel a little happy.
Ruan Su curled her lips and walked over quietly without disturbing the two people who were immersed in the performance.
Instead, he moved a small stool and took out his mobile phone to place an order for a nearby milk tea.
Twenty minutes later.
The drama is finally over.
Ruan Su heard Yan Yidao shout excitedly, "Stuck! Perfect ending!"
There was a burst of cheers immediately on the set.
Jiang Xinfeng was also so happy that she couldn't help but open her arms and hug the girl in front of her tightly, and even held her in a circle.
Bo Wenyu's face turned pale with fright, "Oh, please put me down~! I'm so scared!"
Ruan Su seemed to be infected by the cheerful atmosphere and laughed.
She has always liked the lively atmosphere and lively crowds.
"Milk tea is here!" Someone shouted.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw the staff of the milk tea shop walking over with cups of milk tea.
Only then did Yan Yidao and others find Ruan Su sitting in the corner.
"Miss Ruan, are you here?"
Ruan Su smiled, stood up from the small stool, and walked to a few people.
"Is it officially finished?"
"It's finished today." Yan Yidao nodded, "The rest is trivial work such as editing, publicity and distribution."
"Okay, everyone has worked hard. Let's have a cup of milk tea and rest. Tonight is the LaCrosse closing banquet! I'm treating you!" Ruan Susu waved his hand, with an indescribable domineering look in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
"Oh, great!"
“I just like Miss Ruan’s treat!”
To be continued...