Chapter 478: We Slept Together Many Times, and You’re Afraid I’ll See Your Legs? (2)

Only Ji Nuan’s left arm and left leg were injured, and she didn’t mind being doused in champagne or hit by the glasses. However, when she fell to the ground, she suffered multiple arm wounds from the broken glass. She didn’t know how badly she was injured and felt the pain in her arms and legs from time to time.

Even though she knew who had carried her out of the banquet hall, she could not refuse or walk out herself. She really needed to go to the hospital right now to get bandaged up. Otherwise, If the wounds were soaked in champagne or touched the bacteria on the floor, they would get infected easily.

But she really didn’t expect Mo Jingshen, who was so far away from her, to accurately find her in such a large banquet hall amid the sheer darkness and the panicking crowd. He was at her side in as short as two minutes. It was so dark back then that she couldn’t even see the nearest person, let alone find her way through the crowd.

She was held by the man. He didn’t speak, nor did her, but she could feel the ease in which he carried her to the parking lot of the cruise ship. She weighed 45 kg, but every time the man held her, it was like he was holding a ball of cotton.

Was she that light?

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When he got to the hospital nearest to Haiwan Road, Mo Jingshen sent her to the external medicine department for disinfecting and dressing.

Sitting in the consulting room, a middle-aged female doctor took her arm, disinfecting while talking. “I never expected a delicate little girl to be even tougher than aged women like me. How can you be so calm when you’re so badly injured? Don’t you feel any pain? Look, there’s still glass in your wound…”

Ji Nuan looked at her arms. When the blood was wiped clean, there were only small cuts, two of which were slightly deeper and bled more. It did hurt, but she kept it up, and hearing the words of the doctor, she felt more pain.

She kept silent, seeing the doctor nagging, she resisted the impulse to roll her eyes, saying, “Doctor, please hurry up.”

“Oh, how can I hurry up? I must disinfect wound by wound. The wounds on your leg have not been treated. Why are you in such a hurry? Is that man your boyfriend or your husband? I heard he was in such a hurry to send you here when he held you out of the car at the hospital’s gate that he forgot to lock his car. He must feel bad about you being hurt like this. Be careful in the future. Stay away from dangerous things in parties.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

Doctor, you are such a nag.

“Your boyfriend is so handsome. I’ve never seen a guy as handsome as him in all my years in the hospital. And, you’re good-looking too. You two make a good match…”

“Doctor, finish the treatment as quickly as possible, OK?” Ji Nuan tried to smile.

The doctor tutted again, put her arms down, then lifted up her skirt, and put her legs across the bed in the consulting room to continue disinfecting her leg injuries.

At this time, the door of the consulting room opened, and Mo Jingshen came in with a black man’s shirt, which he placed beside the bed.

Ji Nuan knew the shirt was his at first sight. He must have some spare clothes in the car if he could get it so quickly.

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“Change your wet clothes after the wounds are disinfected. I have sent someone to buy clothes for you. It is far from the city by the seaside. You may need to wait for a while, so put on this shirt first.”

Ji Nuan took a look at him and wanted to say, ‘thank you,’ but he looked so cold and seemed to be pissed off by any word she said, so she thought about it and didn’t say anything. When the doctor took a piece of glass out of the skin above her knee, she couldn’t help crying out in pain.Read more chapter on NovelFull

Mo Jingshen came over. Instead of comforting her or asking the doctor to be gentle, he just looked at her wounds and said coldly, “They’re just cuts and bruises. Do they hurt like this? Just now you were hit by the champagne tower, if you were hit by the condole top that weighs dozens of kilograms in the banquet hall, will you still stand there stupefied, not knowing to hide?”

Ji Nuan didn’t lift her eyelids. “I was wearing high heels and the ground was so slippery and wet that I couldn’t stand steadily. Do you think I didn’t want to hide? Besides, people around me were all running and shoving, so I couldn’t move at all.”

“Then, you should stop wearing high heels.”

“How can that be possible? I’m not a rich lady who doesn’t need to work. I have to go to the company and attend different events. Can you imagine me showing up wearing flat shoes and a dress or business attire?”

The middle-aged woman doctor was disinfecting the wound where she had just taken out the glass, and Ji Nuan shuddered with pain. Her face turned white.

Mo Jingshen still had no intention to comfort her, saying calmly, “Disinfect her wounds a few more times and let her ache a little longer.”

Ji Nuan. “…?!!”

The man put the shirt beside the bed to her hand, saying coldly, “Otherwise, she won’t remember it.”

“OK!” The middle-aged female doctor readily agreed, and then pressed the sterilized cotton on her knee again.

Ji Nuan shuddered again in pain, trying not to scream. With a pale face, she raised her eyes and stared at the man who was standing by the bed calmly, swearing angrily, “CEO Mo, can you go out? My skirt is up, and my legs are lying naked on the bed. If you had any sense of chivalry and self-consciousness, wouldn’t it be time for you to turn around and go out?”

The man coldly glanced at her. “We slept so many times, and you’re afraid I’ll see your legs?”

Ji Nuan: “…”

The middle-aged female doctor, who was holding sterilized cotton and medical tweezers and was standing beside Ji Nuan, said, “Alas, don’t be lovey-dovey in front of me. I know you’re in love, but my husband died many years ago, and I’ve been lonely for so many years. I really hate seeing young people being lovey-dovey.”

Ji Nuan smiled. Without looking at the doctor, she coldly stared at Mo Jingshen and said coldly, “Doctor, sorry, but my husband died many years ago too.”

The doctor’s hand quivered. She looked at Ji Nuan in surprise and then turned her eyes in amazement to Mo Jingshen, whose face was dark.

“Oh, an aged woman like me doesn’t understand what young people are thinking. The wound down here can be a little painful. I’ll be gentle.”

But this time, the doctor’s action was obviously gentler. Perhaps because Ji Nuan said her husband died many years ago too, she, who was similarly afflicted sympathized with Ji Nuan and even her actions became a lot gentler.