So painful... ... He actually endured it just like that ? ?
Qing Huan looked up and unsurprisingly saw JI Yunjing's tightly clenched jaw and his forehead full of sweat.
He didn't even Moan, not even a frown... ...
What kind of person was he exactly?
Unconsciously, she took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off Ji Yunjing's forehead... ...
Ji Yunjing's wound was just halfway closed, and the sensitive touch was sending pain messages to his limbs and bones.
But he gritted his teeth and didn't allow himself to make any sound.
It was when the pain was unbearable that the gentle touch on his forehead attracted his attention.
He subconsciously looked up and saw a pair of bright red eyes, which were shrouded in mist. With a gentle blink, a bean-sized tear rolled down and fell on Ji Yunjing's right hand.
It was a very strange feeling.
The tear was so small and light, as if it had fallen directly on his heart. It carried a boiling temperature and instantly burned his heart.
"Are you hurt? " Ji Yunjing raised his eyebrows strangely. He thought that she was hurt somewhere, so he cried in pain.
Qing Huan shook his head.
"Then why are you crying? " Ji Yunjing asked again. At the same time, he lowered his head and continued the unfinished suture.
The surgical suture had just pierced through the flesh, but the sobbing voice of a little girl came into his ears. "You're hurt. "
Ji Yunjing's hand suddenly froze.
His deep eyes suddenly flickered.
So, she was crying not because she was hurt, but because he was hurt?
Ji Yunjing looked up at her again, and the look in his eyes was no longer the same as before.
After so many years, the number of injuries on his body was countless. He had long learned how to treat his own injuries.
Moreover, such pain was just a common occurrence to him.
There had never been a woman who cried for him.
And this feeling did not seem to be annoying.
"What's your name? " Ji Yunjing lowered his eyes again and asked as he continued to suture.
He knew that girls in this line of work used stage names in front of their customers, and he had never cared about their names.
But this time was different.
He suddenly wanted to know her real name.
Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was asking for his full name, so he said, "my name is Ye Qinghuan. "
"Real name? " Ji Yunjing was a little surprised.
"Yes. " Ye Qinghuan nodded. It was her first time out, so she did not know that she needed a stage name or something, so she just told him honestly.
Ji Yunjing did not ask any more questions. Instead, it was Ye Qinghuan who saw Ji Yunjing's needle after needle and asked curiously, "Do you feel pain? "
"No, " Ji Yunjing said in a low voice, but the blue veins on his forehead completely betrayed him.
Ye Qinghuan knew that he was in a lot of pain, but he did not know what to do to help him. He could only clumsily breathe softly beside him.
When did she bump into anything? This was how she alleviated the pain.
Ji Yunjing felt the breeze. The pain did not ease, but his heart that was anxious because of the pain felt like the breeze caressing the willow and the drizzle hitting the Lotus.
It miraculously calmed down.
It felt like it really did not hurt as much anymore... ...
Ji Yunjing finally let out a sigh of relief after the last stitch was done.
Xia Jinqi had already finished answering the phone and walked out.
Hearing the footsteps, Ji Yunjing quickly disinfected the wound and covered it with gauze before starting to bandage it.
It was just a small wound. If she were to see it, she would probably blame herself for a long time.