Chapter 256 Qualifications [30] You are a real person
The dormitory is indeed closed.
However, Mo Qing's residence on Taiping Street does not have a curfew and he can come in and out at any time.
Jiang Ke and Mo Qing both selectively forgot about this matter.
Mo Qing returned home with Jiang Ke.
There were slippers prepared at the entrance. They were green and looked like women's slippers, and they were Mo Qing's size.
Mo Qing turned his head to look at Jiang Ke, and found that Jiang Kewu had changed into his slippers, took the shopping bag in Mo Qing's hand, and went directly to the living room.
So, Mo Qing changed into his slippers and walked inside.
"Is there a medicine box?" Mo Qing looked around.
"No."
"Um?"
Mo Qing was inevitably a little surprised.
Such a big home doesn’t even have a medicine box?
Jiang Ke saw her doubts and explained: "I was transferred to the Imperial City not long ago, and I didn't live long, so I was not prepared."
"oh."
This makes sense.
Mo Qing walked to the coffee table, picked up an apple from the shopping bag, took a bite, and slowly walked to the open kitchen.
She turned on the faucet switch with her finger: "Come and wash the wound."
Jiang Ke glanced at the unwashed apple in her hand, then at the running water from the faucet, and twitched the corner of his mouth very lightly.
When he walked over, his eyes wandered between the apples and the faucet, and he tried his best to resist the urge to help her wash the apples.
He stopped.
Mo Qing stared at him for a few seconds and saw that he was motionless: "Hands."
His eyes moved slightly, Jiang Ke slowly raised his left hand and stretched it out to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing didn't swallow a bite of the apple in his mouth. He was stunned for a second, and then looked at the faucet.
Meaning: flush it yourself.
Jiang Ke, who was usually very observant and had strong understanding, now had no eyesight at all. He seemed not to understand Mo Qing's explicit instructions and didn't make any moves.
After swallowing the apple, Mo Qing finally understood. He grabbed Jiang Ke's wrist and put it directly under the water.
She couldn't help but read: "I said you are really..."
Jiang Ke lowered his eyes to look at her and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"
After taking a bite of the apple flesh, Mo Qingdui gave him a cold look and said in a steady tone: "Look for some smoke."
After Jiang Ke was scolded, not only was he not angry, but his lower lip curled up.
Rinsing the wound with clean water can easily lead to infection, but Jiang Ke's palm was stained with dust and broken glass. There was no saline solution at the moment, so he could only make do with clean water.
Mo Qing pinched Jiang Ke's wrist seemingly casually, but in fact he washed the wound very carefully.
There is absolutely no roughness or perfunctoryness like being a military doctor.
After rinsing, Mo Qing took out some kitchen paper and wiped the water off Jiang Ke's hands.
"Use this medicine once a day to ensure you don't leave any scars." Mo Qing took out a medicine bottle and stuffed it into Jiang Ke's right hand as if he were doing magic.
The moment he was about to let go, Mo Qing raised his eyebrows: "Do you need my help?"
"Um."
Jiang Keshou shamelessly agreed.
"Sit over there." Mo Qing pointed to the sofa with his chin.
Picking up the half-eaten apple, Mo Qing ate it slowly. When it was almost done, he threw the core of the apple into the trash can, then came to Jiang Ke's side and gave Jiang Ke's hand medicine.
The process is very simple.
She unscrewed the medicine bottle, picked up Jiang Ke's hand, and sprinkled the medicine powder evenly.
However, after putting down the powder, Mo Qing grabbed the hem of the inner T-shirt, pulled it along the seam, and pulled it again. She heard a "tearing" sound, and a long piece of cloth was torn off the hem.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Ke's brows twitched without trace: "What are you doing?"
"Ah." Mo Qing paused, glanced at the long cloth in his hand, and said suddenly, "I'm used to it."
Jiang Ke: "..."
When she usually faces multiple patients and doesn't have bandages on her hands, wouldn't she tear off all her clothes?
Thinking of this, Jiang Ke's eyes darkened.
Mo Qing didn't notice it, so he tore it up anyway and made do with it.
She used the strip of cloth as a bandage and wrapped it around Jiang Ke's hand, tying it with a professional technique.
Mo Qing clapped his hands with satisfaction: "You owe me some clothes."
Jiang Ke frowned slightly, and his gaze unconsciously moved down to the side of Mo Qing's waist.
Mo Qing also wore a coat, but it was open. Inside was a white T-shirt, which was quite decent. Now a piece of the hem was torn off, and a few lines fell irregularly.
The slender waist was exposed, without a trace of fat. It was fair and soft, and it was looming with Mo Qing's movements.
"Are there any other injuries?"
Mo Qing tightened the lid of the medicine bottle and turned to look at Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke's eyes touched hers and moved away slightly: "It's not serious."
"Okay." Mo Qing dug into his pocket, took out a medicine bottle, threw it in his hand, and then handed it to Jiang Ke, "Just use this for scrapes and bruises."
Jiang Ke lowered his eyes.
Mo Qing opened his palm, revealing a glass bottle. It was not big, about the thickness of a thumb, and contained liquid.
Jiang Ke reached out to take it, and his fingertips brushed against her palm, feeling warm to the touch.
The Adam's apple rolled, and Jiang Ke suddenly asked: "Why do you hide so many medicines on your body?"
Just from the car to now, I saw Mo Qing take out three kinds, in addition to her acupuncture needles.
——I wonder if she brought that set of scalpels with her.
"Just in case you need it." Mo Qing replied nonchalantly and stood up, "It's very late, go to bed early."
After taking two steps, Mo Qing thought of something and stepped back.
Her waist is particularly conspicuous and eye-catching.
Jiang Ke couldn't help but glance at it, and then asked: "Is there anything else?"
Mo Qing said: "I have to take a bath, please lend me some clothes."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Jiang Ke had no choice but to get up and go back to the bedroom to get Mo Qing his own clothes - a T-shirt and a pair of trousers.
"Just make do with what you wear for now," Jiang Ke said. "After you take a shower, throw your clothes into the washing machine. I'll dry your clothes when you get up tomorrow morning."
