To My Dear Mr. Huo

Ignoring Zhang Yichen's words, Su Qingsang only had Huo Jinyao in her eyes.

Jin Yao, let's go eat. I'm hungry.

Okay. Huo Jinyao greeted Mr. Huo and Zhang Yichen as he spoke, put his arms around Su Qingsang's waist and went to the restaurant.

Zhang Yichen turned around and helped Mr. Huo: Uncle, let's go eat too.

Okay. Mr. Huo didn't think much, and the two of them followed Su Qingsang.

Su Qingsang was talking quietly to Huo Jinyao. This parrot had made a lot of jokes in the past few days.

I originally thought about buying it and saying good luck to it. Who would have thought that if he refused to say a word of auspiciousness, he would slip away easily when quarreling with others.

She really didn't expect it, and she felt quite embarrassed to say it. Huo Jinyao found it quite funny. It's fun to raise a bird like this.

Zhang Yichen was supporting Mr. Huo and talking to him, but his eyes were fixed on Su Qingsang's figure as he looked ahead.

And the faint smile on her face when she talked to Huo Jinyao. She was obviously not stunningly beautiful, but her features were full of charm.

Zhang Yichen took in all the little bits of amorous feelings that were accidentally revealed, and there was a faint flame in his eyes.

But the flame was quickly suppressed by him.

…………

Zhang Yichen only stayed at Huo's house for three days, and then returned to the army.

After Su Qingsang knew the identity of the other party, he turned over the matter.

She just regarded the previous small conflict as an unintentional move by the other party. Didn't take it to heart.

So when she was getting off work, she was very surprised to see Zhang Yichen suddenly appearing at the door of her office.

It's time to get off work, and all the other doctors have left. There are still two doctors on duty in the office.

Su Qingsang called him cousin when he saw him. The remaining two doctors no longer care about this.

Is something wrong? Cousin?

Su Qingsang looked at Zhang Yichen, and it was obvious that something was wrong. She picked up her bag and stood outside the office.

your get off work is done?

yes.

That's just right. Come with me.

When Zhang Yichen was speaking, he was about to pull Su Qingsang's hand. She quickly took a step back and looked at Zhang Yichen, her eyes full of disapproval.

Cousin, are you okay?

I - Zhang Yichen looked around, thought for a moment, and added: Can you come with me now? I need your help with something?

What do you want to say first?

Zhang Yichen's voice was very soft, but also a bit urgent: It's a very urgent matter. I need a doctor. Now, right away.

Su Qingsang took a look at him, and only then did she realize that Zhang Yichen's black coat seemed to have some less obvious marks on it, which seemed to her to be a very familiar blood stain.

Her expression suddenly became serious: Do you want tools?

Yes. Zhang Yichen nodded: Can you hurry up?

Wait for me. Su Qingsang didn't ask anything. She went to the pharmacy, prescribed some medicine and bandages, and then went back to her office to get a full set of scalpels.

She moved very quickly and it took less than ten minutes.

Following Zhang Yichen out of the hospital gate, he got into Zhang Yichen's car without saying anything.

After she got into the car, he quickly stepped on the accelerator and drove the car very fast.

Su Qingsang was not used to such speed, but didn't say anything, just looked at the street scene outside.

In less than five minutes, Zhang Yichen brought Su Qingsang to an inconspicuous apartment.

The apartment is quite old, and the walls on both sides are mottled.

Such a scene made Su Qingsang hesitate, but looking at Zhang Yichen's solemn face, she followed him upstairs and entered the door.

Almost as soon as she entered the door, she smelled the smell of blood.

Save him, hurry up.

There was a man lying on the bed in the room. Su Qingsang recognized it at a glance as the crew-cut guy he met Zhang Yichen in the alley last time.

He was shot three times. One in the arm, one in the abdomen and one in the leg.

It's so serious, why not send him to the hospital?

Su Qingsang just asked, and the man had already stepped forward and began to inspect the other party's wounds.

Can't send him to the hospital.

Zhang Yichen did not explain any more reasons. Su Qingsang glanced at him and said nothing. His entire attention returned to the man in front of him who could almost be called a bloody man.

The injuries on the arms and legs didn't look serious, but the shot in the abdomen looked the most serious.

This man was quite lucky. After bleeding so much and being shot three times, he was still alive.

I originally wanted to help him remove the bullet, but the bullet hit too deep and I was afraid of losing my balance.

The injuries inside the abdomen were all internal organs. Zhang Yichen was afraid that he might accidentally cause secondary injuries, so he went to Su Qingsang for help.

I have already treated it for him first, just bandaging the wound. But you need to take out the bullet.

knew.

Su Qingsang didn't waste much time. Although she was an obstetrician and gynecologist, she was already familiar with suturing wounds.

She took off her coat and put it outside, and put all the tools she just brought next to the bed.

He bent down and cut off the other person's clothes, and began to treat the other person's wounds.

It was only when she was dealing with it that she realized that the anesthesia she brought was of no use at all. This person had already fainted due to excessive blood loss, so it didn't matter if he didn't use anesthesia.

He was shot in the abdomen, but fortunately his internal organs were not injured, otherwise Su Qingsang would never have dared to deal with it like this.

The bullet barely missed the opponent's stomach, almost causing stomach perforation.

Su Qingsang couldn't help but sigh that this man's life was so great. With no time to care about anything else, he quickly took out the bullet for the opponent, and then the bullet in the leg and the arm.

Take one spot and sew one spot. She didn't dare to delay, for fear that the crew cut would bleed to death because of her hesitation.

Su Qingsang has been a doctor for so many years, and the most common thing she has sewn is the belly of pregnant women. This is the first time she has sewn a man's belly.

Although there was a sense of freshness, she did not dare to relax at all. Nearly two hours later. Su Qingsang finally treated all the other party's wounds.

After tying the bandage on his flat-headed arm, Su Qingsang felt that his legs were numb when he stood up.

On such a cold day, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back in this unheated room.

While standing up straight, he also saw Zhang Yichen who had been waiting at the door. Su Qingsang's voice was very soft.

It's all taken care of for now.

For the time being? Zhang Yichen glanced at his comrade on the bed, whose face was still pale: What do you mean?

He has lost so much blood. Normally, he needs a blood transfusion. But you refused to send him to the hospital. Although I handled it in time, it is still very dangerous tonight. You need to keep an eye on him to make sure he can wake up tomorrow morning. , then it will really be okay.”

To be honest, after being shot three times and losing so much blood, I can still hold on until now. The vitality of this flat head is really strong.

Thank you. Zhang Yichen understood that what happened next would have nothing to do with Su Qingsang.

His eyes fell on Flathead: I will take care of him.

Su Qingsang nodded. She moved her limbs a little, and when she met Zhang Yichen's eyes that had been on her, she put her hands down uncomfortably.

Then - if it's okay, I'll leave first.

I send you.

No need. Su Qingsang glanced at the crew cut on the bed: You should take care of him. I can just take a taxi back.

After all, the injury was so serious and there was no blood transfusion. Su Qingsang was really not 100% sure: By the way, he lost too much blood and may have a fever in the middle of the night. Remember, you must not let him have a fever. If you really can't control it, just Rub his body with alcohol.

She brought alcohol for disinfection when she came here just now, and there will be a lot left. Just enough for Zhang Yichen to use.

Okay. I understand. Thank you. Zhang Yichen's thank you was particularly sincere.

He looked completely different from when he was teasing her in the alley. Su Qingsang felt a little uncomfortable, so he left the room, picked up his bag and left.

It's okay, I'm leaving.

Don't you need to deal with it? Zhang Yichen glanced at her. Because she helped Flathead treat his wounds, there was a lot of blood on her clothes.

It doesn't seem good to run out like this.

It's okay. I still have my coat. Su Qingsang put on his coat as he spoke.

In this way, it is indeed invisible. Zhang Yichen stopped talking, but when Su Qingsang's hand touched the door handle, he stopped her again.

Su Qingsang.

kindness?

Don't tell others what happened today.

Don't worry. I'm not that talkative.

No, I'm also talking about Jin Yao. Don't tell him.

Su Qingsang turned to look at Zhang Yichen and nodded when she saw the seriousness in his eyes.

And - thank you.

You're welcome. Although Su Qingsang didn't know what they were doing, she could guess a thing or two.

Since the other party wants to keep it secret, she won't tell it.

After leaving the apartment, Su Qingsang stood at the door and looked around, then took a detour before exiting the alley.

When Su Qingsang returned home, Huo Jinyao was already back. He had obviously just taken a shower and his hair was still a little damp.

He is sitting on the bed reading a book. When he saw Su Qingsang entering the door, he put the book aside. His eyes fell on the bags Su Qingsang was carrying.

Going shopping?

Yes. Su Qingsang nodded and put down the bag in his hand: Did you call me? I didn't hear it when I was shopping. I just saw it in the elevator.

Have you eaten yet? Huo Jinyao got out of bed and walked up to Su Qingsang. At first glance, he noticed that her clothes had been changed and she was no longer the same one she wore when she went out in the morning.

Have eaten. As Su Qingsang spoke, he picked up the bag at his feet and took out a Versace casual suit.

Dark striped style, royal blue fabric. He gestured it to Huo Jinyao: Try it.

Huo Jinyao did not rush to get the clothes. Instead, he looked at Su Qingsang with some surprise in his eyes: Why do you think of buying me clothes?

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