Chapter 469 Special Drug

Chapter 469 Special Drug

In the emergency duty office, Fu Luting cleaned the wound on the back of Li Qiao's hand with tweezers and disinfectant iodine in his hand.

A small crisp sound caught Li Qiao's attention. Before she could speak, Fu Luting raised his head helplessly and said, "There are shards of glass left in the wound. Don't get wet these few days, or it will easily cause inflammation."

Li Qiao didn't say a word, as if she couldn't feel any pain, she had an indifferent and irrelevant attitude.

"You today..." Fu Luting was about to ask again, when the cell phone beside the table rang.

Li Qiao moved her eyes and glanced, and her eyes immediately made waves. She picked up the phone with her left hand, and her voice was well controlled, no different from usual, "Hello~"

Fu Luting was still wiping her wounded fingers, trembling slightly.

This kind of calm and not difficult to hear gentle voice rarely appeared on Li Qiao.

On the other end of the phone, the man's calm and mellow voice came to his ears, "Where is it?"

Li Qiao glanced at the watch on her wrist from the corner of her eye, lowered her eyelashes, and chose to tell the truth, "In the hospital."

Shang Yu remained silent for a few seconds, his tone of voice was unrecognizable, "Are you injured?"

"No, what kind of injury did you get?" Li Qiao bent her lips and smiled, her eyes fell on the knuckles of her right hand, and she explained unintentionally, "I'm looking for Senior Brother Fu, and I plan to go home with him to have a look Jiugong."

"Well, when will you be back tonight?" The man's tensed voice obviously relaxed a bit, and even his tone became lazy and warm.

Li Qiao rolled her throat, "It may not be possible for the next two days, the research institute is about to start a project, and I have to go back to work overtime after watching Jiugong."

Shang Yu exhaled smoke from his thin lips, and joked playfully, "He's here, sorry to come here?"

After Li Qiao reacted, she realized that "he" should refer to Shang Zonghai.

So she answered the conversation graciously, "A little bit, but the research institute is indeed busy, when will uncle go back?"

"Leave in two days." The man lowered his head and dusted off the cigarette ash, but he didn't force him, "If you're not busy, come over anytime, huh?"

Li Qiao responded with a slight smile, "Yes, I see."

After hanging up the phone, her slightly condensed expression gradually relaxed.

When she's not busy... When her wound heals, she won't be busy.

...

At 7:30 that night, Li Qiao did follow Fu Luting to the Fu Family Boxing Gym to meet Jiu Gong.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but Zhong Jiugong's complexion looks good, except for the thick and indelible darkness hidden in his eyes.

He still lived in the wing room in the backyard of the boxing gym. When Li Qiao entered, he was sitting alone on the bedside, looking at the white wall in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

And he was still holding a cell phone with a gradually dimming screen in his hand, on which he could vaguely see a photo of a teenager.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and called softly, "Teacher."

It took Zhong Jiugong a long time to come back to his senses, his eyes focused, and the moment he saw Li Qiao, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"The girl is here."

Li Qiao calmly walked to the square table and took a seat, poured a cup of tea, "How is the teacher's hand?"

"Okay, it's healed." Jiu Gong walked over to her with heavy steps and sat down, looking at the teacup Li Qiao pushed, his eyes flashed, "He... really left?"

Li Qiao raised her eyelids and met Jiu Gong's eyes.

This old man who is nearly sixty years old has a ruddy complexion, but his spiritual world seems to have collapsed.

Li Qiao lowered her head and poured tea, her tone was flat, "Well, I'm gone, and I probably won't come back in the future."

Jiugong closed his eyes slowly, and after a long time he laughed at himself, "It's good to go, it's good to go. Girl, do you know everything?"

Li Qiao glanced at Jiugong, bent her lips and asked with a smile, "What do you know? Although he was asked to leave Nanyang without discussing with the teacher.

But... the deal I made with him won't make him suffer too much.

I don't know what happened between you, but he hurt you, which is a hidden danger to me. "

The moment the words came to a close, Jiu Gong suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were dim and unclear, "Did he...didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, put down the teapot and took a sip from the cup, "It's fine if I don't fight with him, and you expect him to chat with me calmly?"

Jiu Gong couldn't believe it, but he was obviously relieved.

In fact, yesterday, he received a call from Tu Anliang.

In addition to insults and sarcasm, before hanging up, Tu Anliang said the last words of his life to him, "Tu Zhong, I will always hate you, as long as life can be repeated, I would rather not be born in Tu's family, rather... You are not my father."

Tu Anliang didn't say where he went, and this phone call was probably the last contact between father and son in this lifetime.

He could feel that Tu Anliang still hated him, although he didn't let it go, he chose to let it go.

At this time, Jiugong looked at Li Qiao without blinking, and the mixed emotions in his heart made him unable to utter a word.

Li Qiao didn't stay in the boxing gym for too long. Before going out, she looked back at Jiugong, still respectful, and said calmly, "Teacher, it's all over."

The door of the wing room opened and closed, and Zhong Jiugong sat at the table, crying like rain in an instant.

In front of the door of the Fu Family Boxing Gym, the black night sky seemed to press down on the clouds. Fu Luting looked at her bandaged right hand, "Is Jiu Gong okay?"

"It's okay, the trouble has been solved, if he wants to go back, let him go back."

Fu Luting didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement.

After Li Qiao thanked him, she got into the carriage, and the car merged into the traffic of the main road in a blink of an eye.

...

On the way back, Li Qiao looked at the back of her hand distractedly, found out the bluetooth headset after a while, and called Xia Siyu.

"Why call my sister at this time, miss me?" Xia Siyu's playful tone was the same as usual, and it sounded that she no longer had the previous depression and worry.

Li Qiao looked at her right hand and curled her lips, "Do you still have the special medicine for wound healing that you used at the border before? Get me a few bottles."

Xia Siyu was taken aback, and suddenly asked nervously, "What's going on? Are you injured? Is it serious?"

"It's not serious." Li Qiao's tone was very light, with rare melancholy, "Small injury."

The wound was really small, but she didn't want Shang Yu to see it.

Xia Siyu narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and then she was very rude to expose her, "You need special medicine for a minor injury? You didn't even need it when you were cut in the back. Are you sure it is a minor injury?"

Li Qiao: "..."

She scratched her hair irritably, "Well, the skin is broken."

Xia Siyu's faint voice came over, "Use special medicine for broken skin? Why do I not believe it?"

"Xia Laowu—" Li Qiao didn't say much, but just read her name in a drawn out tone.

Xia Siyu took a deep breath, and hummed in compromise, "Okay, okay, I know, it's a special medicine, I'll arrange someone to deliver it to you tonight. It's the kind you developed at the border before, and the prescription is still with me. Here, do you want to take a piece for you?"