Chapter 67: Injured Weekend (I)

(Medical school majors please avoid this, the author is a civil engineering major, a complete layman. Please be gentle when criticizing, or better yet, don’t criticize at all.)
Zhuo pushed open the door, walked into the entrance hall first, turned on the light, and illuminated the wooden shoe rack on the left.

Then he turned around and leaned against the wall, looking back at Zero behind him.

Ling followed closely behind him, holding on to the wall with one hand, and slowly moved in. He was very self-aware and strong, but too stubborn.

Zhuo had no intention of supporting her, and perhaps Ling also hoped so in his heart.

Fortunately, today is Saturday, and I have another day of rest tomorrow. With Zero's bloodline, I will be able to recover to the level of normal walking after just one day of rest... probably.

"Well, actually there's no need to change shoes. The injured just need to rest well."

Seeing Ling bending down with great difficulty and taking off his shoes, Zhuo couldn't help but remind him.

But Ling seemed to ignore him and changed his hand, hooked his hand from behind, raised his knee, and took off the other shoe.

Then she put on her slippers, looked up, and looked at him calmly.

Then, Zhuo looked at the thermal bag handed to him.

Reach out and take it.

After tearing off the sealing sticker on the top, I found that the larger than usual thermal bag contained several dishes. It didn't look like a simple meal at all.

"Today's dishes are so luxurious!" Zhuo exclaimed in a low voice.

"Because I didn't come before." Zero said lightly.

"But the lunch boxes have already been delivered... and there are even sesame cakes (snacks?)?!"

Shaobing is rare.

You know, this is Neon.

Dishes like mutton soup with steamed buns, which are well-known in Japan, are not eaten by many people in Neon.

Because Ling had already told us outside that tonight's dishes included mutton soup, but it was still a surprise to see that it was also served with hot, browned sesame cakes.

"Nothing, I just told the chef to prepare some flower-growing dishes."

Zero said as a matter of course.

Hearing this, Zhuo just blinked at her, paused twice, and then turned away as if nothing had happened.

What did Zero see? -
If you're not sure...just play dumb.

The warm incandescent light illuminated the small house. The wooden floor was covered with green tatami, and the brown sofa was cushioned with a white three-piece sofa set, next to the blue curtains...

Zhuo opened the lunch bag, took out the contents, and spread them out on the low table.

Zero didn't need his concern.

She was holding on to the wall with one hand, one leg dragging weakly on the ground, and she stumbled inside.

Lamb soup, grilled meat, vegetable salad, fruit plate, and finally tomato cheese soup... Although this dinner was sumptuous, it was rushed because only one portion was prepared.

In the past, they ate their own food.

There were two sets of tableware, both made of sturdy paper bowls and plates. Zhuo took them apart and placed them in two corners of the coffee table.

The difference is clear.

Then he looked up to see Zero's condition.

While Zhuo was setting up dinner, she had already quietly sat down in her 'old place' with one leg curled up, but her injured leg was stretched out under the low table.

Speaking of which, Ling went to prepare dinner after being injured. Zhuo had already imagined the scene of this person dragging one leg into a star-rated hotel, and then calmly waiting for the food to be ready amid the strange and horrified expressions of others, and then walking out in a dashing manner.

Cool is cool,
But doesn’t it hurt?
But Ling didn't even show any expression of pain, but she obviously felt the pain, because she was very careful every time she moved, trying to avoid pulling the wound.

These hybrids always like to show off in strange places.

Zhuo looked at her quietly, but was secretly complaining in his heart.

Then, without saying a word, he went to the kitchen cabinet to take out anti-inflammatory drugs and bandages, and also got a basin of clean water. When he finally walked back to the living room, he found that Ling was still sitting there quietly, and the wound on her foot was covered by the table. She just stared at the table in a daze without any expression, without moving at all.

Bandages, anti-inflammatory drugs, and alcohol were placed in front of her, and a basin filled with clean water was placed at her feet.

After doing all this, Zhuo looked at her without blinking, with a fearful yet expectant look in his eyes.

Come on, start your show!
"..."

Seeing this, Ling raised her head and looked at Zhuo in silence. Zhuo didn't understand what she meant: "Do you need me to call a doctor?"

Ling paused for two seconds and shook his head.

"No bones were broken. I can handle it myself."

"oh oh."

Zhuo looked at her without blinking, with a timid and expectant look in his eyes.

"..." Zero still looked at him without moving.

"...Do you need my help?" Zhuo asked tentatively.

"Can you please go back to your room?"

Zero made an extremely cold sound.

"Uh, don't use that voice first..." Zhuo pointed at her leg, "Generally speaking, if the tendons of your legs are broken, you can't retract your legs, right? That's why you kept your legs straight all the way. What I mean is... can you really reach it?"

Even though your mixed-blood bones are famously hard, if your hamstrings are cut, they still need to be reattached before they can heal. And in this case, you can't bend your knees, as that would cause the hamstrings to point upwards.

Therefore, Zero probably needs to treat his wound while straightening his entire leg.

Zhuo was really curious about how she would do this.

“……”Zero stopped talking.

But Zhuo was obviously more justified.

Even if you are unreasonable, you should still be stubborn. Why should you be merciful when you are right?

"I've heard of some folk remedies that say broken tendons need to be re-tied in order to grow back. Of course, this is modern society, and you're a mixed-blood, so I guess you don't need this method... By the way, I heard that Jude Mai can control her heartbeat, can you control your tendons? For example, make your tendons automatically connect together like a dragon, and tie a Chinese knot at the same time."

"Shut up."

"Yes."

Although this was an obvious thing, Ling seemed to be unable to stand the chattering of the person in front of him and frowned.

Despite this, she still faced the reality, or rather, had to accept it... So she honestly moved her injured leg out from under the table and placed it on the blanket, apparently willing to accept Zhuo's help.

Zhuo took a quick look, then looked away, stood up and left.

Ten seconds later, he came back with a pair of scissors.

He had no experience in treating this kind of wound, and he believed that most people would not have that experience either. However, the first step was to separate the clothes from the wound, which was common sense.

But then again, can mixed-bloods really get infected? They obviously don't get sick. It would take a very powerful germ to be able to defeat the dragon blood in their bodies~
But when Chu Zihang treated the wound, he also used alcohol disinfection.

Zhuo pushed the coffee table away, then slowly squatted at her feet, looking closely at the wound on Ling's ankle for the first time.

Only then did he realize that the upper and lower parts of the trouser legs had been tightened, probably to prevent excessive blood loss.

It was thoughtful, but it seemed like... the fabric was digging into the flesh.

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