From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 233 - : 112 Delight (Second Watch)
Chapter 233: 112 Delight (Second Watch)
Translator: 549690339
The police car ahead cleared the way, and the one behind escorted. In the dark night, the police siren of “1)i-Wu–Di-Wu–” was invigorating and awakening.
A white sedan was sandwiched between the two police cars, swaggering and speeding past.
The emergency department was unusually quiet late at night, with the on-duty nurse dozing off behind the counter.
A hurried footsteps approached, and the on-duty nurse looked up alertly.
Police?
The sleepiness immediately vanished.
As the police approached, she noticed a man and a woman behind him.
The man was 185 cm tall, dressed in black, wearing a duckbill cap and a mask, blending in with the dark night, and incredibly cool.
The young on-duty nurse’s eyes instantly lit up.
This young man exuded charm from every strand of hair, and although his face was obscured, he was definitely a handsome guy.
The girl beside him was dressed in a white skirt, cold yet gentle, like the beautiful breeze in April.
One black and one white, one cold and one gentle, the contrast was extreme yet harmonious.
The on -duty nurse thought in her heart that they were perfect for each other in their demeanor, appearance, and height. A match made in heaven indeed.
“His arm is injured, can it be treated temporarily?” Xu Huan asked.
The nurse gazed at his back with infatuation, and Xu Huan frowned and tapped his fingers on the counter.
Only then did the nurse notice the young man’s bloody wound on his arm and immediately said, “All right, please come with me.”
The nurse led them to the emergency treatment room, took out a medical tray with tweezers, cotton balls, disinfectant iodine, and gauze tape.
“Sit here, and I’ll treat your wound.” The nurse was a bit afraid to look at the young man. He was very tall, standing in front of her like a mountain, making her nervous vet feeling secure.
The young man sat down as instructed, his height almost the same as the standing nurse. She stuck out her tongue, her heart beating rapidly.
As she reached for the tweezers, the gentle voice of the young girl sounded in her ears.
“Let me do it.”
The nurse paused, and a slender, fair hand passed in front of her, picking up the tweezers.
She thought, what the poetry said about the fingers like finely sliced scallions and the jade-like wrists covered in frost and snow, seemed just like this.
The young man looked up, and she saw his beautiful eyes, like the brightest star in the pitch-black sky, staring at the young girl.
The stars always revolve around the moon, and that girl was like the silver moon, bright and pure.
Ming Jing held the tweezers and picked up a cotton ball, soaked it with iodine, and looked up at Qu Feitai.
Qu Feitai’s eyes crinkled into slits as he smiled, “Don’t worry, I don’t fear pain.”
The iodine wiped over the wound, a cool sensation followed by a bitter sting. For Qu Feitai, this pain was like a mosquito bite.
Throughout, he didn’t even furrow his brow.
It was acceptable to be pitiful earlier, but if he continued now, it would seem contrived.
Under the light, the girl’s face was like the silver moon; her long eyelashes covering her eyelids, her expression serious yet tender.
They were so close that the faint fragrance from the girl’s body drifted into the tip of Qu Feitai’s nose, making his heartbeat suddenly speed up and feel somewhat uncontrollable. His brain went blank for an instant due to a brief lack of oxygen.
Suddenly, he covered his chest with his hand, furrowing his eyebrows.
Ming Jing put down the tweezers and asked with furrowed brows, “Is there anywhere else you’re uncomfortable?”
As she finished speaking, she took his other hand, her fingers placed on his pulse.
Ming Jing’s eyebrows furrowed even more.
Why was his pulse so fast?
Her fingertips were cool as jade, and his skin was as hot as fire. The moment their fingers touched, a jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through their limbs. Qu Feitai abruptly withdrew his hand, quickly stood up, and walked out.
Leaving behind a single sentence: “I’m fine.” The person was already gone.
This person’s reaction was a bit strange, Ming Jing shook her head helplessly.
The nurse, who witnessed the whole process, wanted to remind something but saw the girl’s face show no trace of shyness. She knew it was no use to speak and might even affect something, so she wisely remained silent.
Ming Jing walked out of the treatment room, and Xu Huan approached with a weird expression, asking, “What’s wrong with him?”
Ming Jing shook her head.
In the dark, Qu Feitai covered his chest with one hand and after a long time, his heartbeat gradually calmed.
Leaning against the wall, he turned to look out the window.
A crescent moon hung at the edge of the sky like a hook, and the moonlight was as pure as water cascading down.
The stars scattered like chess pieces across the sky, reflecting in the young man’s eyes.
When young, one doesn’t know the taste of sorrow, for they love the storied building, and they love the storied building.
To compose new words, they have to speak of sorrow.
In the past, he disdained the foolish men and resentful women of the world, priding himself on his clear-headedness and self-righteousness. Little did he know that one day, he would become one of the characters in the play….
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