Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 2.11

After returning to the villa, Meng Zezhi took the lead and gave the family's bodyguards and servants a long vacation.

Li Wenhuan may come to him at any time, and Meng Ze knows that he can't take care of himself now, and keeping them will only be a burden.

Then Meng Zezhi discovered that things were about, probably, and seemingly not as simple as he had imagined.

His eyes fell on Duan Congyan's bandaged right wrist, and he hesitated, "What did the doctor say?"

Duan Congyan's eyebrows were slightly drooping, his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, and his voice was not as strong as in the past: "Cold compress for two days to reduce swelling, once every three hours, 20 minutes each time, and then apply three hot compresses. Tianshu tends to activate the collaterals, two to three times a day, and finally take painkillers."

"Does it hurt?"

After speaking, Meng Zezhi paused, looking at Duan Congyan's appearance, isn't this nonsense?

"Fortunately." Duan Congyan said slowly.

Meng Zezhi continued, "Does the doctor prescribe cold compresses?"

"No, he is allergic to drugs." Han Daqin interjected: "However, I prescribed a cold pack."

"That's it," Meng Zezhi took the ice bag handed over by Han Daqin and scanned the instructions: "Is there any ice at home?"

"I don't have any ice cubes, but there are still a few old popsicles." Xie Bowen moved along: "Let's use it first, and I will ask the assistant to send some bags of ice cubes later."

While talking, he walked into the kitchen, and when he came out, he had two old popsicles and a small bowl in his hand.

Unpack the popsicles, break the popsicles into small pieces by hand and put them into the ice bag, and add some cold water in. After the air in the ice bag is drained, tighten the lid and cover it with a cloth cover. Meng Zezhi takes the ice bag and walks towards Duan Cong. Yan, he didn't think much, and said, "I'll give it to you!"

Duan Congyan listened and curled up his fingers calmly.

Duan Congyan's hands are very beautiful, slender and strong, with distinct joints, unlike Meng Zezhi's calluses.

The two very different hands are stacked on top of each other, but they look particularly pleasing to the eye.

Meng Zezhi took the ice pack and gently applied the redness and swelling on Duan Congyan's wrist.

The cold touch spread along the wound to the cerebral cortex, instantly alleviating the dull pain from the wrist, and even Duan Congyan's breathing slowed by half a minute.

He watched Meng Zezhi lowered his head and looked attentively, his eyebrows drooping slightly, he only felt that the hard calluses under his palms were much rounded.

It's not that Han Daqin has never seen the scene of Duan Congyan and Xie Guangsheng'showing love', but more often he feels heartbroken. After all, Xie Guangsheng's character and dark history are there, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that he played Duan Congyan diligently. What is the idea.

Although his brother was a little bit colder, he couldn't bear to grow well. He was also the fifth best diamond king in Beijing. He was with Xie Guangsheng and said something that was not very pleasant. It was no less than a flower inserted in cow dung. on.

It's just that "Xie Guangsheng" saved his life twice in a row. When I look at it again, Han Daqin's heart is not so uncomfortable, and he even has a faint feeling of being a wise man.