Feng Ying was a little puzzled. He was injured on the thigh, so why did he still touch his hand? He also thought that his leg had already been touched, so why not touch his hand again, so he had to accept it calmly. Hearing his gentlemanly question, he almost couldn't bear it.
She couldn't help but laugh, and quickly replied: "It doesn't matter, I'm twenty-seven." Feng Ying suddenly had the urge to talk, and she told everything about her background, education, and how she escaped from marriage and participated in the revolution.
Jiang Hailong pinched the skin a few times with tweezers, but Feng Ying showed no reaction. The anesthesia effect had been achieved. He quickly and decisively cut the knife, trimmed the wound, and ligated the blood vessels. His fingers were as dexterous as a pianist, and his movements were as precise as a watchmaker. After listening to Feng Ying,
Ying's confession, he sighed greatly and said: "Wow, it turns out that she is a wealthy daughter and an intellectual woman, no wonder her temperament is extraordinary. God, it is a waste of resources for such a young and beautiful girl to fight and get injured! Sister, as a Chinese
Man, I feel deeply ashamed!”
"Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country, and you must not look down on women!" Looking at his exaggerated expression, Feng Ying held back her laughter and pretended to be serious as she said "sister", which made her feel warm in her heart.
"Every man also talks about men. I don't look down on women, but I feel sorry for women, especially beautiful women." After the bleeding points were treated, there were no foreign objects in the wound, and fresh tissue was exposed on the wound surface, Jiang Hailong was ready to suture it in layers.
"Sometimes you talk fiercely, and sometimes you are very good at talking. You have a poor mouth, but you have a good heart." Seeing that he was sweating profusely from work, Feng Ying said seriously.
"It's amazing. You can see this. It's my parents who gave birth to me, and it's my sister Feng Ying who knows me. Oh, it's strange, why do I feel so cold, as if someone has stripped me of all my clothes?
I’ve seen it all.” Jiang Hailong pretended to shudder.
"The devil has looked at you. He obviously looked at you and beat him up." As soon as the words came out, Feng Ying felt that the words were a bit ambiguous and quickly shut up.
"Okay, the debridement surgery is completed." Jiang Hailong took off the drape and carefully inspected the sutures, as if appreciating a work of art. The surgery was completed while talking and laughing, and Feng Ying was still talking about it.
"It's over, so fast, why didn't I feel any pain at all?" Feng Ying asked in surprise. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of his bare right thigh and the faint spring light at the root of the thigh. His face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
Subconsciously, he covered his eyes with his hands.
"No way. You still think it's too fast and you don't believe that the operation is done. I'm sweating all over. How about I check your left leg too. Let me tell you a secret. When I was a child, I only watched half of the theater.
The other half will be very sad if they can't see it."
"You, gangster!" Feng Ying cursed bitterly, grabbed the scarf and threw it at him. Suddenly, she felt a little puzzled, why her tone and movements sounded a bit like coquettishness, which was something she had never done before.
Jiang Hailong ducked away with a smile and said that she was really shameless. She hit the doctor just after the wound was healed. It was like repaying kindness with hatred. He turned around and said sternly: "If you need convenience, go to the back of the carriage to deal with it. I will go to the woods in front to help you."
Stand guard to prevent anyone from accidentally breaking in. Don't worry, I won't watch and steal. Haha!" Before he finished speaking, the person ran away.
After hearing what others said, Feng Ying felt even more anxious to urinate, and lamented that this boy was quite considerate. She climbed down from the carriage and hid in the back to vent her anger. After helping the driver to stand up, she waved to Jiang Hailong to indicate that she was done.
Jiang Hailong ran over and handed her a crutch made of tree branches. The branches were shaved smooth and there were no burrs at all. He took out a pair of trousers from his backpack and turned to her and said, "Don't take them all away. Take them and change them yourself."
superior."
Feng Ying took the crutches and trousers, and sighed again in her heart. Although this boy has a poor mouth, he is not annoying, and he is very considerate.
Jiang Hailong spoke again: "I heard that some rural people are so poor that the whole family shares a pair of trousers. I never thought that I, Jiang Hailong, would share the same pair of trousers with the daughter of a rich family. Current events are unpredictable. I'm sorry, I don't have any underwear in my bag.
, you just have to make do, since no one else knows that your underwear is broken anyway, and those who know won’t tell them, right.”
"You are a gangster, you always make fun of me, I won't tell you anymore!" Feng Ying was angry and ashamed.
"What do you mean, you are a gangster again. You must speak responsibly. I was not a gangster just now. I only looked at the places I should look at and the places I shouldn't look at. At most, I accidentally looked a little bit. Okay, if you are angry, I won't say anything.
, we can’t stay here for long, it’s time for us to leave.”
Jiang Hailong helped Feng Ying onto the carriage, put a piece of clothing on the place where she was sitting, called back the two team members who were driving the carriage, and told the soldiers who were driving Feng Ying: "Drive the carriage more smoothly, don't sew someone else's clothes."
The good wound was shattered."
He is really a chivalrous and tender man. This is the first man he has met in his life who is considerate and considerate to him. Feng Ying's eyes are hot and her heart is budding. She is about to say words of gratitude when Jiang Hailong sighs and says: