Chapter 9 Let’s go over in good spirits... okay? Although the blood was frightening, Jiang He's incision was not too badly cracked. After confirming that there was no need for re-anesthesia and suturing, Jiang Xiaoping breathed a visibly relieved breath.
However, the intern doctor who re-sterilized and bandaged Jiang He had a look of regret on his face, saying that he was afraid that the incision would grow in the future, and reminded Jiang He several times to prepare a tensor reducer and Mepitel.
Jiang He agreed happily, but actually he didn't even think about it.
As soon as the wound was treated, she hurriedly thanked him and stood up. However, as soon as she stood up, her eyes wandered and she almost fell into the doctor's arms. Fortunately, she was quickly hugged by Jiang Xiaoping next to her.
"You've lost a lot of blood, rest for a while before leaving." The doctor advised kindly.
But Jiang He, whose ears were ringing like drums at the moment, couldn't listen at all. As soon as she recovered, she pushed Jiang Xiaoping away and rushed into the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
She was not in a hurry, but wanted to quickly deal with the blood on her body and clothes, so as not to delay her trip to Maeglin.
Everywhere in the hospital was overcrowded, and the bathroom was no exception. However, Jiang He's bloody appearance was so scary that everyone rushed to make room for her.
Jiang He didn't refuse. He took out two pieces of paper towels, wetted them and kneaded them into a ball. He leaned close to the mirror on the sink and began to wipe the blood on his neck. However, after just two wipes, Jiang He was stunned. .
During the week she was hospitalized, Jiang He didn't take a good look at herself at all. She was a little scared by herself.
She looked in a terrible mess in the mirror, with a sallow complexion and a haggard expression. Her hair, which had not been washed for several days, lay flat and greasy on her head, making her hair slits extremely wide. Her white scalp was shiny, as if she had bald spots. Yes, she looked more than ten years older, and the shirt she was wearing was stained with blood... Going to Maeglin with her current image would be a complete humiliation for herself.
Jiang He quickly took out his cell phone. It was already two forty-two, and it would probably be too late to go home.
She bought her house in the old town, but the hospital and Maeglin happened to be developing new areas. Driving back and forth from the south to the north, even if there was no traffic jam at all, would take an hour. She had to wait for her to clean herself up before driving back. When I go to the company, I'm afraid everyone will be gone.
Just when Jiang He was thinking about whether it was possible for him to go to the mall in his current image without being stopped by security guards, Jiang Xiaoping chased him in, panting.
"Go to my place, it will take you 15 minutes at most. Take a shower, change some clothes, and let's go there fresh... okay?"
Jiang Xiaoping's words directly hit Jiang He's pain point.
Her mother was always like this. Every time the two of them quarreled and got into trouble, one second Jiang He would make up his mind to fight to the bitter end, and the next second Jiang Xiaoping would be able to shake things off with just one sentence.
Just like on the night of Jiang He's 18th birthday, when she was finally able to drink, she drank two bottles of beer in one go, then used the wine to cover her face, and asked Jiang Xiaoping in a casual tone if she had ever done anything she regretted in her life.
"No. The matter has been done. There is no regret." Jiang Xiaoping's "irrepentant" answer immediately angered Jiang He.
She stood up suddenly. For a moment, Jiang He wanted to smash the uneaten birthday cake in front of her mother's face.
"Jiang Xiaoping, you...how could you do this? It's my birthday today, my birthday, can't you lie to me?"
After Jiang He yelled at her mother at the top of her lungs, she turned around and rushed to her room. As a result, she hit her head on the door frame in a daze. She miserably covered the big bump on her forehead and sat on the ground, wiping it away aggrievedly. tears.
"He'er, Mom knows you're wronged. You don't have to force yourself to forgive Mom."
Jiang Xiaoping said this while putting ice cubes on Jiang He's head. Her shameless face of not correcting her mistakes shocked the newly adult Jiang He.
Although she couldn't figure out why the "adult" was like this, she was miraculously convinced by Jiang Xiaoping, and this time was no He lowered her head slightly and stared at the red-stained wet paper in her hand. She didn't want to go from the bottom of her heart, but she also knew that this was the only way now.
"...Would it be inconvenient?" As soon as he said this, Jiang He regretted it. He couldn't be more hypocritical, so he might as well just agree.
"What's the inconvenience of this? It's very convenient!" Jiang Xiaoping in the mirror laughed with relief.
Jiang Xiaoping drove at the maximum speed limit. Just as she said, just after three o'clock, Jiang He was already standing at the door of her house. After Jiang Xiaoping entered, she didn't even change her shoes. She ran directly into the bedroom and gave Jiang He He found a new bath towel and clean pajamas and came out.
"He'er, wait a minute." Jiang He had already stepped into the bathroom with one foot, but he heard Jiang Xiaoping calling her from behind.
"Don't let your wound get wet. Let me wrap it up for you." Jiang Xiaoping said with concern, holding a roll of plastic wrap in her hand.
Jiang He hugged the bath towel and pajamas and sat obediently on the chair beside the dining table. Jiang Xiaoping was obviously a little nervous. She was afraid of hurting her daughter, so she moved gently as if Jiang He was a fragile soap bubble, and she was afraid of hurting her daughter. The gauze was wet and almost wrapped around the roll of plastic wrap that had just been opened, making Jiang He find it difficult to lower his head.
The moment hot water was poured on Jiang He's head, Jiang He shuddered subconsciously, and his brain that was like boiling water finally calmed down a little.
She was obviously fired because she took the blame for someone, but who was this someone?Zhao Bo or...Yu Wei?What role did Lin Xiaoya play in it?Was her dismissal premeditated, or was it a spur-of-the-moment decision?If it’s the former, when did the planning begin? Jiang He couldn't figure it out. It was because she had too little conclusive information and couldn't sort out her messy thoughts. She simply stopped thinking about it and concentrated on cleaning herself up from beginning to end.
"I picked out some clothes for you, what do you think?"
Jiang He came out of the bathroom after drying his hair. Jiang Xiaoping was busy putting seven or eight freshly ironed tops and coats on the sofa.
Jiang He is half a head taller than Jiang Xiaoping, but their weight is about the same. Their tops basically wear M or L, but their dressing styles are quite different.
Jiang He likes minimalism and sophistication, and loves black, white, gray, and straight lines. Jiang Xiaoping prefers elegance and romance. Most of her clothes have obvious curves and exaggerated decorations. However, the clothes Jiang Xiaoping picked out this time are obviously more like Jiang He's style.
Jiang He struggled for a while between a black turtleneck sweater and a burgundy heavy silk shirt, and finally chose the latter. She deliberately unbuttoned the first three buttons of the shirt so that she could remove the part near the collarbone. The palm-sized piece of snow-white gauze was exposed.
When she was putting on her coat, Jiang Xiaoping noticed that Jiang He's incision was bleeding again, and there was a faint redness under the thick gauze. Jiang Xiaoping couldn't help but stare at it several times.
She opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. Of course she wanted to persuade Jiang He not to go, but she also knew that Jiang He wouldn't listen to her at all. "I'll take you there... The main reason is that my car has a manual transmission, and you may not be used to driving it." Jiang Xiaoping grabbed the car keys and looked at Jiang He who was checking her makeup nervously, for fear of being rejected by her.
Jiang He pursed her lips hard in front of the mirror. She specially applied the red lipstick that made her look brighter, and her blush was a little heavier than usual. The effect was indeed good. She looked at Jiang Xiaoping after hearing this, and then smiled softly. Smile, "Thank you, Mom."
On the way to Maeglin, Jiang He closed his eyes and rested his mind. The previous tension and anxiety seemed to be transferred to Jiang Xiaoping.
In less than half an hour's drive, Jiang Xiaoping was not idle for a moment, thinking about seven or eight situations that Jiang He might encounter, each one more miserable than the last.
"I'll go up with you. What if... you're alone? I'm really worried." Jiang Xiaoping parked the car and looked at Jiang He who was unbuckling his seat belt. After all, he couldn't hold it back.
But Jiang He decisively rejected Jiang Xiaoping this time, "There's nothing to worry about. I'm either going to fight or ask what's going on. You can go back first."
(End of this chapter)