Chapter 638: Open wide, heartache (Part 1)
Zhou Pingâs condition was very bad. The wound was not only swollen and inflamed but also ulcerated. As soon as Lin Chujiu opened the quilt, she smelled the rotten scent.
The bandage wrapped around the wound had been untied, Lin Chujiu could clearly see the rotten flesh and bones on Zhou Pingâs wound.
âWhat did you eat recently? What did you touch?â Lin Chujiu frowned, trying to touch the wound, only to find that she was not wearing gloves. She stretched out her hand halfway and took it back.
âNo, I didnât touch anything, and I didnât eat anything.â Zhou Ping stammered before uttering those words.
Even facing the most savage elephant soldiers and the fiercest cavalry in the Northern Country, Zhou Ping was not shy. But he was shy when he talked to Lin Chujiu who had a cold face.
Looking at Lin Chujiuâs dark and calm eyes, Zhou Ping felt that he had no place to escape, and all his thoughts could be seen by Lin Chujiu.
âDid you really didnât eat anything? Didnât touch anything?â Lin Chujiu frowned as a trace of puzzlement flashed in her eyes.
Although she hadnât touched it yet, Zhou Pingâs injury was a traumatic infection at first glance. She also visited Zhou Pingâs injury 2 days ago. He was recovering well. But now, he has a traumatic infection. If it wasnât for eating the wrong thing or touching something that shouldnât be touched, what would it be?
âI, Iâ¦â Zhou Ping stammered again, but as soon as he uttered the word âIâ, he was interrupted by the soldier who came in carrying the medicine box: âw.a.n.gfei, your medicine box.â
âPut it on the table.â Lin Chujiu walked over and opened the medicine box, then put on her work clothes. At the same time, she put on the mask and gloves. Then picked up the surgical kit and walked to Zhou Pingâs bed.
âLet me look at your wound.â Lin Chujiu motioned everyone to move away. Then bent over and used tweezers to poke out Zhou Pingâs wound. Lin Chujiuâs face looked ugly: âThere are soil and dead insects on your wound. Are you sure you havenât touched any dirty?â
Lin Chujiu used tweezers to pick up the corpse of the insect and put it on a plate: âYou can think about what you have done these 2 days.â
Without touching any dirty, Zhou Pingâs wound wouldnât get dirt and insects.
âIâ¦â Zhou Pingâs eyes flickered and lowered his head. He didnât dare to look at Lin Chujiu.
Obviously, he was guilty, what else Lin Chujiu couldnât understand?
âIf you donât say it, how will I treat you?â Lin Chujiu was annoyed, but she didnât show it on her face.
âI⦠the night before, I drank a little alcohol. Then when I came back from the bed, I fell and hit a wound.â Zhou Ping didnât stutter this time, but his voice was as small as a mosquito. Except for Lin Chujiu, who was close to him. No one else heard his words.
âDrinking and falling?â Lin Chujiu sneered, âYou reallyâ¦not afraid of death. Do you really think that if your leg is bandaged, you will be able to return to normal?â Less than 5 days after the operation, he actually drank alcohol and knocked open the wound, then isnât he looking for death?
Lin Chujiuâs tone remained unchanged, but anyone with a discerning eye could hear that Lin Chujiu was unhappy. The people who were standing at the back, retreated one after another or shrank themselves in the corner. Even Imperial Doctor Zhu also quietly stood aside, for fear of getting scolded.
He was a doctor. So of course, he knew how serious Zhou Pingâs injury is. But at this time, he ran out for a drink and knocked open his wound. He was really looking for death. If he was his patient, he would beat to death with a stick.
Does he think doctors were omnipotent people, that he doesnât need to care about his body and toss with his life, then expect them to save him?