AWB Chapter 162 Worried Orange
Chapter 162 Worried Orange
"Wait, stop the bleeding first, come back with me and help you deal with it." Yan Zeyu didn't have the heart to be angry with Ming Nanjin at the moment. The most urgent thing was to help Ming Nanjin deal with the shocking wound on his head. With such a deep wound, Ming Nanjin was able to hold on without fainting. He couldn't help but wonder if Ming Nanjin's body was made of indestructible steel.
Ming Nanjin struggled to open Yan Zeyu's car door and sat weakly in the back seat. In Jiang Shiwen's arms, Xiao Chengcheng had already cried so hard that her eyes were wet with tears. She had become a tearful person, and her small body was shaking violently.
Yan Zeyu quickly took out the portable medical kit from the trunk of the car, let Ming Nanjin lean against the back seat, and carefully cleaned the wound around Ming Nanjin with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant. Such a large bloody hole might require stitches when he returned, so he could only stop the bleeding urgently for the time being.
Yan Zeyu sprinkled some of his homemade hemostatic potion on Ming Nanjin's wound. This potion was specially made for Ming Nanjin. Ming Nanjin was so desperate that Yan Zeyu was really afraid that Ming Nanjin would lose his precious life. Sometimes they were still performing difficult tasks outside in danger. They were afraid that they would not be able to get treatment in time, so Yan Zeyu made this hemostatic powder for Ming Nanjin, hoping that it could play a key role at the critical moment.
Ming Nanjin was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on his head, but he didn't say a word and just let Yan Zeyu treat him obediently.
Little Chengcheng felt so sad when she saw her brother in so much pain that she stretched out her little hand and eagerly indicated that she wanted to go find Ming Nanjin.
Jiang Shiwen saw Xiao Chengcheng's anxious intention and gently put Xiao Chengcheng on the ground. Xiao Chengcheng ran anxiously to Ming Nanjin who was sitting in the car.
Yan Zeyu blocked the car door. Xiao Chengcheng was too short to see Ming Nanjin inside, so she simply ran to the other side of the car door and looked at her brother. Now most of the blood on Ming Nanjin's face had been cleaned up by Yan Zeyu, and she didn't look as scary as before, but Xiao Chengcheng was still worried about her brother.
Little Chengcheng used both his hands and feet and struggled to climb onto the back seat. He stretched out his chubby little hand and held his brother's hand tightly.
Feeling the warmth, Ming Nanjin slowly opened her tired eyes. Her lips were pale and bloodless. She looked at Xiao Chengcheng weakly, forcing a pale smile at the corners of her mouth.
"Chengcheng, brother is fine."
Xiao Chengcheng bit her lips tightly. She had clearly predicted this tragic scene, so why couldn't she stop it? Why couldn't she successfully save her brother like she did the first time?
Xiao Chengcheng felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.
"Okay, I'll take you back now. Your wound is probably serious. I need to go back and take a closer look." Yan Zeyu wiped the blood off his hands and said to Ming Nanjin who was leaning there dying.
Ming Nanjin closed his eyes. He didn't have the strength to answer Yan Zeyu. Yan Zeyu also knew what to do next.
"Where are you taking Jin? If the condition is serious, why don't you go to the hospital?" Jiang Shiwen's brows were tightly frowned, his expression full of worry and confusion. What exactly does Yan Zeyu want to do?
Yan Zeyu immediately became angry when he heard Jiang Shiwen's words.
"I'll take Jin to my place for treatment. Jin will never go to the hospital!"
"No! You can't treat anything. Going to the hospital is the best and wisest choice!" Jiang Shiyu couldn't help but speak anxiously.
Yan Zeyu wanted to explain, but was interrupted by an extremely weak voice: "Okay, I'll go with Yan Zeyu, Shi Wen and Shi Yu, you two stay and take care of things here, don't worry."
Ming Nanjin was forcing herself to hold on when she said this, and she felt like she was going to faint in the next second.
After Jiang Shiwen and Jiang Shiyu heard what Ming Nanjin said, they didn't know what to say. They could only watch Yan Zeyu take Ming Nanjin away.
Yan Zeyu drove Ming Nanjin and Xiao Chengcheng back to the laboratory. Although Yan Zeyu's laboratory was not large, it was filled with various sophisticated medical instruments and medicines. Yan Zeyu let Ming Nanjin lie on an operating table that was specially built for Ming Nanjin. This bed had not been used for a long time.
The light shone on Ming Nanjin's pale face, making his wounds look even more hideous.
Yan Zeyu quickly put on gloves, picked up tweezers and disinfectant cotton, and began to treat Ming Nanjin's wound with full concentration. His eyes were firm and focused, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
Little Chengcheng stood aside, clutching the corner of his clothes tightly with one hand and holding his teddy bear with the other. His big eyes were full of anxiety and worry, his eye sockets were red and tears were welling up in them.
"Ge Ge, no...I'm afraid." Little Chengcheng kept muttering to himself, his voice trembling obviously.
Yan Zeyu first rinsed the wound with saline solution. Every time he rinsed, Ming Nanjin's body trembled slightly, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing. Blood flowed down the edge of the wound and dripped onto the ground. Seeing this, Xiao Chengcheng couldn't help sobbing.
"Chengcheng, don't cry, don't worry, brother is fine." Ming Nanjin heard the trembling voice of Xiao Chengcheng standing next to him. He couldn't turn around to look at Xiao Chengcheng. He just closed his eyes and made a weak sound from his mouth. The voice was weak but full of determination.
Yan Zeyu's movements became more and more cautious. He examined the wound carefully, afraid of missing any tiny damage.
"This wound is more serious than I thought, Nan Jin, just bear with it." Yan Zeyu said as he picked up the needle and thread, preparing to suture the wound.
Little Chengcheng didn't dare to look at the bloody scene, and turned her head away, her small body trembling. But she couldn't help but care about Ming Nanjin's situation, turning her head from time to time to take a peek, and then quickly turning back.
Yan Zeyu held the needle steadily in his hand, stitching the wound one stitch at a time, and each stitch seemed to be sewing on Xiao Chengcheng's heart. Time passed by minute by minute, and the laboratory was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of Yan Zeyu and the sound of the instruments colliding could be heard.
Finally, the wound was sutured, and Yan Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It's fine for now, but we need to observe it for a while to prevent infection."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chengcheng hurried to Ming Nanjin's side, looked at the bandaged wound on his brother's head, and gently stroked it with his little hands. "Ge Ge, it hurts."
Ming Nanjin forced a smile and said, "It doesn't hurt, brother, it doesn't hurt at all, don't worry."
Yan Zeyu asked Ming Nanjin to go to Ming Nanjin's exclusive room in the laboratory to have a good rest. He went to prepare the potion for Ming Nanjin.