Chapter 469: Special drugs

Chapter 469 Special Medicine
In the emergency duty office, Fu Lute cleaned the wound on the back of Li Qiao with tweezers and sterilized iodine in his hand.
A small, crisp sound caught Li Qiao's attention. She hadn't spoken yet, and Fu Luting looked up helplessly: "There are glass fragments left in the wound. Don't get any water in the wound these days, otherwise it's easy to get inflammation."
Li Qiao didn't say a word, as if she didn't feel any pain, she had an indifferent and irrelevant attitude.
"You today..." Fu Luting was about to ask again when the mobile phone by the table rang just in time.
Li Qiao shifted her gaze and glanced, her gaze immediately made waves, she picked up the phone with her left hand, and her voice was well controlled, no different from usual, "Hey~"
Fu Luting's fingers that were still wiping her wounds trembled slightly.
This kind of calm and not difficult to hear a gentle voice, rarely appears in Li Qiao.
At the end of the phone, the man's voice was calm and mellow, "Where?"
Li Qiao Yuguang glanced at the watch on her wrist, lowered her eyelashes, and chose to tell the truth, "In the hospital."
Shang Yu was quiet for a few seconds, his tone could not be heard, "Injured?"
"No, what kind of injury did you get?" Li Qiao smiled, her eyes fell on the joint of her right hand, Zhuangruo explained accidentally, "I'm coming to Brother Fu, and I plan to go home with him later. Jiu Gong."
"Well, when will you be back tonight?" The man's tensed voice was obviously loosened, and even his tone became lazy and tender.
Li Qiao rolled her voice, "It may not work in these two days. The research institute is about to start the project. I will have to go back to work overtime after watching Jiugong."
Shang Yu's thin lips breathed out smoke, and teased playfully, "He's here, sorry to come here?"
Li Qiao reacted, only to realize that this "he" should refer to Shang Zonghai.
So she answered the words graciously, "A little bit, but the research institute is really busy, when will uncle go back?"
"I'll leave in two days." The man lowered his head and brushed the soot, but he didn't force it. "If you're not busy, come here anytime, eh?"
Li Qiao responded with a light smile, "Well, I see."
After hanging up the phone, her condensed expression gradually relaxed.
When she is not busy...when her wound has healed, she will not be busy.
...
At 7:30 that night, Li Qiao did follow Fu Luting to the Fujia Boxing Gym to see Jiugong.
I haven't seen him for many days, Zhong Jiugong's complexion looks very good, only the thick and insufficient gloom hidden in his eyes.
He still lives in the wing room in the backyard of the boxing gym. When Li Qiao walked in, he saw him sitting alone on the bedside, staring at the white wall in front, not knowing what he was thinking.
And he was still holding a phone with a dimming screen, and it was vaguely seen that it was a picture of a teenager.
Li Qiao pursed her mouth and called out softly, "Teacher."
It took a long time for Zhong Jiugong to recover, his eyes focused, and the moment he saw Li Qiao, his eyes suddenly became red.
"The girl is here."
Li Qiao calmly walked to the square table and took a seat, poured a cup of tea, "How about the teacher's hand?"
"Okay, it's healed." Jiugong dragged heavy steps to walk across to her and sat down, looking at the tea cup Li Qiao pushed, his eyes flashed, "He...really gone?"
Li Qiao raised her eyelids, facing Jiu Gong's eyes.
This old man in his sixties, although his complexion was ruddy, his spiritual world seemed to collapse.
Li Qiao lowered her head to pour tea, her tone was light, "Well, let's go, and... I shouldn't be back later."
Jiugong slowly closed his eyes, and it took a long time to laugh at himself, "It's good to go, good to go. Girl, do you know it all?"
Li Qiao looked at Jiu Gong, curled his lips and asked with a smile, "What do you know? Even though he asked him to leave Nanyang without discussing it with the teacher.
But... the deal I made with him would not make him too disadvantaged.
I don't know what happened between you, but he hurt you, which is a hidden danger to me. "
When the voice settled, Jiu Gong raised his eyes sharply, his eyes gloomy and unclear, "He...didn't he tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, put down the teapot and took a sip from the cup. "It's fine if I don't touch him. Do you expect him to chat with me peacefully?"
Jiu Gong was a little unbelievable, but he was also obviously relieved.
In fact, he received a call from Tu Anliang yesterday.
In addition to insults and sarcasm, before hanging up, Tu Anliang said to him the last words of his life, "Tu Zhong, I will always hate you, but whenever life can come back, I would rather not be born in the Tu family, rather... You are not my father."
Tu Anliang didn't say where he went, and this phone call was probably the last contact between their father and son in this life.
He could feel that Tu Anliang still hated him, although he did not let go, he chose to let go.
At this moment, Jiugong looked at Li Qiao for an instant, the mixed emotions in his heart made him unable to say a word.
Li Qiao didn't stay in the boxing gym for too long. Before going out, she looked back at Jiugong, still with respect and a calm tone, "Teacher, it's all over."
The door of the wing opened and closed, and Zhong Jiugong was sitting at the table, tears raining down instantly.
In front of the Fu Jiaquan Gym, the black night sky seemed to be pressing against the cloud group. Fu Luting looked at her bandaged right hand, "Is Jiu Gong okay?"
"It's okay, the trouble has been solved, if he wants to go back, let him go back."
Fu Luting didn't say anything, and nodded in answer.
After thanking him, Li Qiao got into the car, and in a blink of an eye the car merged into the traffic on the main road.
...
On the way back, Li Qiao looked at the back of her hand distractedly, and after a moment she found the Bluetooth headset and called Xia Siyu.
"Why call my sister this time and miss me?" Xia Siyu's joking tone was the same as usual, and it sounded no longer the previous depression and worry.
Li Qiao looked at her right hand and curled her mouth, "Do you still have the special-grade medicine for trauma healing that you used at the border before? Get me some bottles."
Xia Siyu was startled, and suddenly sent out three consecutive soul questions, "What's the matter? Are you injured? Is it serious?"
"It's not serious." Li Qiao's tone was light, and she was in a rare melancholy, "Small injury."
The wound was really small, but she didn't want Shang Yu to see it either.
Xia Siyu squinted suspiciously, and then unceremoniously opened her up, "Small injuries still need special medicine? You didn't use it when you were stabbed in the back. Are you sure it's a minor injury?"
Li Qiao: "..."
She grabbed her hair irritably, "Well, it's broken."
Xia Siyu came over in a faint voice, "Break the skin and use special medicine? Why am I so unbelievable?"
"Xia Laowu--" Li Qiao didn't say much, but spoke her name in a stretched tone.
Xia Siyu's breath condensed, and he hummed in compromise, "I'll see if it's done, it's a special-grade medicine, I will arrange for someone to deliver it to you tonight.
It's the kind you developed at the border before. The prescription is still here. Would you like to bring it to you? "
(End of this chapter)