Pet Handbook

"Fortunately, I brought a medical kit." Chen Xiangqing, who lowered her head and rummaged through the boxes, comforted her.

Before she had time to turn the tool out, she felt something heavy was pressing on her body, Chen Xiangqing wanted to scream up to the sky, as expected, there was no most troublesome, only more troublesome.

Why did Miss Lan Jingling, who was proficient in all eighteen martial arts as promised, become omnipotent in front of me, who was afraid of thunder and lightning, dared not sleep alone, and fainted from blood? Weak chicken!

Laying the person flat and sleeping on the pillow, Chen Xiangqing leaned her head helplessly and listened. Small breasts are good, and she heard her heart beating very regularly every minute.

The breathing is stable and the heartbeat is normal. It is probably just an ordinary bloodsickness, and I can't die.

Reassuring for a while, Chen Xiangqing took out iodophor from the medicine bag to clean the wound for Lan Jingling.

Just about to poke Lan Jingling's forehead with a cotton swab dipped in iodophor, Chen Xiangqing thought for a while, and a mischievous smile flashed on the corner of her mouth, and replaced the colorless iodophor with yellow-orange iodine tincture.

Although they are all disinfectants, iodine tincture is more lethal than iodine.Moreover, after the iodine tincture is used for disinfection, alcohol deiodination is required to remove the residual liquid medicine on the skin.To describe it in layman's terms, it is to sprinkle salt on the wound.

Anyway, people were dizzy, the so-called dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, Chen Xiangqing insisted that it was just that she was using a special technique to make Lan Jingling wake up earlier.

Without hesitation, he used a cotton swab to roll around in the medicine bottle containing tincture of iodine, then poked the cotton swab at the wound on Lan Jingling's forehead, pressed hard to ensure that the medicine flowed out of the cotton swab, and directly touched Lan Jingling's forehead. All dyed yellow.

"Hiss..." A weak cry of pain escaped from Lan Jingling's mouth.

Facts have proved that Chen Xiangqing's method is very effective. At this moment, Lan Jingling is frowning and watching Chen Xiangqing do whatever she wants with her forehead.

"Don't thank me, it's just for you to disinfect." Chen Xiangqing's righteous speech was betrayed by the irresistible smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Obviously you can be gentler." Lan Jingling pursed her lips in grievance, but she didn't know where to criticize.

"Don't be afraid that your third eye won't open." Chen Xiangqing said nonsense in a serious manner.

As if to prove the seriousness of her words, Chen Xiangqing poked Lan Jingling's wound again, causing Lan Jingling to grin again in pain.

I really wanted to run away and curse at others, but I could only swallow it down. Lan Jingling's hand firmly grabbed the bed sheet under her body. After all, Chen Xiangqing was really cleaning up her wounds.

Moreover, Lan Jingling was inexplicably guilty, if it wasn't because she wanted to touch Chen Xiangqing's face secretly, there would probably not be such a shameful thing as hitting her head.

Coupled with the fainting of blood, Lan Jingling recalled these unbearable past events for a while, and suddenly found that her first life fame was completely useless in front of Chen Xiangqing, and she always went wrong and threw her to Grandma Bridge.

"I'm not Erlangshen..." Lan Jingling complained with a flat mouth, still lying on the bed peacefully.

Anyway, it was already so embarrassing, Lan Jingling simply closed her eyes and felt a faint fragrance coming from the pillow.

I don't know what brand of shampoo Chen Xiangqing uses, but the scent is quite pleasant, and Lan Jingling, who is secretly distracted, seems to be unable to feel the stimulation from the potion on her forehead.

"Ask you a question." Chen Xiangqing's teasing voice came.

"I refuse to answer." Lan Jingling could probably guess what she wanted to ask from Chen Xiangqing's unruly voice.

"Tsk, I said yesterday that I don't care enough about you, it's rare that I take the initiative to understand you today." Chen Xiangqing complained half-truthfully.

"Thank you so much." Lan Jingling turned her face away awkwardly, and replied in a voice as thin as a mosquito's foot, "I won't faint, auntie."

Even though she was robbed, Chen Xiangqing was still amused by Lan Jingling's blushing to the ears, inexplicably felt that this eldest lady seemed to be really cute.

"That's good, I don't want to go to the toilet to save you." Chen Xiangqing perfected her rhetoric in a serious manner.

The time for happy conversations was always very short, and he poked the wound yellowed by the potion a few times, Chen Xiangqing found medical alcohol from the medical bag, and slowly increased the amount from the edge of the wound with a cotton swab.

"What are you doing..." Lan Jingling's voice trembled slightly.

"After using tincture of iodine, you must use alcohol to remove iodine, otherwise it will leave scars." Chen Xiangqing explained calmly.

"But why... oh!" Lan Jingling didn't have time to question at all, and the greater pain came unprepared.

Less than half an hour after the soprano who woke up the entire carriage before dawn, a higher-decibel wailing resounded through the sky, waking up those who wanted to go back to sleep.

"Does it hurt?" Chen Xiangqing asked with no sincerity.

"It's...ok..." Lan Jingling answered almost word for word.

The burning pain seemed to be pierced by tens of thousands of needles twisted from different angles. Lan Jingling exhausted all her willpower to restrain herself from hitting her head against the wall.

It was more than just pain, it was inhumane pain.

"It should be enough to wash it with normal saline again." Chen Xiangqing suggested unkindly.

"No, no, I think this is very good, really!" Lan Jingling shook her head decisively.

Adding iodine tincture to alcohol and then adding salt water, this is a complete set of torture every minute. Lan Jingling rubbed secretly and observed Chen Xiangqing who was smiling all the time while treating the wound.

Compared with the indifferent face, Lan Jingling admitted that she prefers the smiling Chen Xiangqing.But in such a situation, she actually smiled so heartily, Lan Jingling wondered if Chen Xiangqing was deliberately revenge for pinching her leg in the morning.

"But if you don't wash it, it's easy to get inflamed, and if you leave scars, you will really become Erlang God." Chen Xiangqing's face was full of regret, and she couldn't hide her intentions.

"It's not so easy to get inflamed in winter." Lan Jingling swore.

"Then bandage it up." Chen Xiangqing nodded.

Take Yunnan Baiyao powder from the medical bag and sprinkle it on the folded gauze, cover Lan Jingling's forehead with the gauze, and then use medical tape to stick a big X to fix it.

Chen Xiangqing looked at the product of her prank on the spur of the moment with satisfaction, and by moving the tape, Lan Jingling could instantly transform into Captain America wearing a helmet.

"We must make it so ugly..." Lan Jingling muttered softly.

"You are good-looking, don't be afraid." Chen Xiangqing comforted without sincerity.

After her finger injury has not yet healed, her forehead has been stained again, and all kinds of little-known shortcomings are eagerly displayed in front of Shen Xiangqing, Lan Jingling really has no temper for herself at all.

But for Chen Xiangqing's insincere comforting words, Lan Jingling still accepts all of them, whether it is good or not depends on the face.

"You are Doraemon, you have so many magical things in your suitcase." Lan Jingling said with emotion.

Seeing Chen Xiangqing put the things she took out into the medical bag one by one, Lan Jingling firmly believed that this person is definitely a must-have product for home travel.

Lan Jingling would definitely be happier if she didn't see the bottle of iodine in Chen Xiangqing's hand, she really was maliciously retaliating.

She just complained a few words silently in her heart, Lan Jingling had no intention of exposing it.

For some reason, Lan Jingling suddenly had a feeling that Chen Xiangqing, who could play tricks like this and had a small temper, was really much kinder than that dwarf who put on an irrelevant face every day.

"It's a pity that there are no brain fragments." Chen Xiangqing sarcastically answered the wrong question.

"I heard that eating pig's brain can also nourish the brain. I'll treat you to it when you get there." Lan Jingling pretended not to understand, and sent back the words intact.

Actually learned to fight back, Chen Xiangqing raised her eyebrows, but she had no plans to fight back.Naturally, Chen Xiangqing would not refuse such a good thing as treating herself to a meal.

"Why didn't you faint when you cut the fish in the dormitory at noon that day?" Chen Xiangqing tactfully changed the subject.

"That day?" Blinking her eyes and thinking for a while, Lan Jingling said she didn't know, "Maybe she was too excited and forgot about it?"

Very good, this answer is very blue, Chen Xiangqing can only accept it helplessly.

"Can you go back to your own side?" Chen Xiangqing always felt that something was weird, but Chen Xiangqing finally remembered that she should chase her away.

"He's a wounded person." Lan Jingling wagged her tail with a bitter face, lying motionless on the bed.

If you don't believe it, it was the bed who sealed me first, and Lan Jingling is showing up to explain this sentence.

"Seriously injured to death?" Chen Xiangqing rolled her eyes and taunted again unceremoniously.

"It's disabled." Touching the covered forehead, Lan Jingling didn't want to look in the mirror for the first time.

"Does the weaker little flower need someone to feed it?" Glancing at the breakfast on the table, Chen Xiangqing felt that she really couldn't bear to hate the rich, "I even forgot that what you hurt was the brain, it really didn't It was my fault to bring brain fragments."

"Go wash up and eat breakfast to catch up on sleep." Lan Jingling had a good temper and didn't care about Chen Xiangqing.

It seems very interesting for you to raise the bar with each other, and it can also narrow the distance between people invisible.But seeing Chen Xiangqing's face with black eye sockets and swollen eye bags, Lan Jingling couldn't bear to delay Chen Xiangqing's sleep time.

As a result, until the train was about to arrive at the station, Chen Xiangqing slept soundly on Lan Jingling's bunk. Lan Jingling sat across from him and changed ten thousand postures to observe, and even made various gestures to Chen Xiangqing's face. Let the sleeping person frown.

The state of deep sleep seemed to be very interesting, Lan Jingling pinched Chen Xiangqing's face as she wished, and she didn't want to let go of it, it felt so good that she couldn't stop at all.

"Are you there?" She looked out the window with sleepy eyes, and Chen Xiangqing regained her senses in an instant, and she had arrived just like that.

Reluctantly, he touched his face, why it was so red as if someone had pinched it vigorously.Probably because of the overwhelming excitement of reaching the place where the dream started, Chen Xiangqing explained it in this way.

"Get out of the car." The culprit glanced at someone guilty, pulled the box and walked out first.