Miss Zhongyuan has something to say

"Miss Nakaya, you're all wet"

"What's the matter?" Yedou squatted at the door with his lunch box in his arms. He was thinking about when Zhongyuan Zhongye had such a big son.

Suddenly, Zhongyuan Zhong also kicked the door angrily.

"Yato, call the doctor."

Yato got the order and left immediately.

Chuya Nakahara closed the door, gritted his teeth and glanced at Atsushi Nakajima who was still standing in the room.

He bowed his head, his white oak hair was stained with blood, and he was thin.

There was blood all over his hands, the clothes that had been tightly wrapped all this time fell apart, and there was a long wound on his abdomen, all the dripping blood flowed down and gathered into a small puddle on the floor.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also pregnant, and she felt sick when she smelled blood. She immediately found a mask in the room.

Seeing this, Atsushi Nakajima said cautiously: "Sorry, it's all the bloody smell on my body...I'll go back to Hong Kong immediately."

With that said, Atsushi Nakajima turned around, and one foot had already stepped on the window.

"Get the hell out of here!" Nakahara Chuya immediately stepped forward, activated his ability and threw Atsushi Nakajima onto her bed.

Seeing Atsushi Nakajima like this, she just found a small corner to wait for the wound to heal quietly when she returned to Hong Kong and Hei. She couldn't let Atsushi Nakajima go.

Nakahara was also afraid of dragging Atsushi Nakajima's wound, and his actions seemed rude but actually he was very careful.

But Atsushi Nakajima's abdominal wound was too large, so it was still involved.

Atsushi Nakajima snorted a few times.Beads of sweat appeared on the forehead.

"Do you know it hurts now?" Nakahara Chuya found a medicine box from the room and began to help Atsushi Nakajima treat the wound on his hand.

"Be careful with missions in the future."

When Zhongyuan Zhongya lived in sheep, she often dealt with injuries by herself, and she would deal with emergencies.

Now Atsushi Nakajima is seriously injured, and some simple emergency treatment must be done.The wound on the abdomen is too big, so we have to wait for the doctor to come to deal with it.

"It doesn't hurt." Nakajima Atsushi closed his eyes and sank into the bed that Nakahara Nakaya had just slept on.

Warm, soft, with a hint of tobacco.

Reassuring.

"It doesn't hurt at all."

There are dense pains in the hands, as if they are being stabbed slowly with small needles.

It became hot again, as if it was going to burn my heart.

Atsushi Nakajima feels that there is no better time than now.

Nakahara also carefully handled the wound on Atsushi Nakajima's hand.Thinking that Atsushi Nakajima will only experience such pain this year, he began to find topics, trying to distract Atsushi Nakajima.

Zhongyuan Zhong also wiped Atsushi Nakajima's wound gently with medical cotton: "Is the wound on the stomach a knife wound?"

"Yes, the family that was exterminated this time has a supernatural person who is very powerful with knives." Atsushi Nakajima tilted his head slightly, buried his nose in the soft pillow, and the faint smell of tobacco rushed up.

"Because I was in a hurry to see you, I accidentally got cut by a knife."

Nakahara Chu also slightly raised his head and glanced at Atsushi Nakajima.

The boy buried his whole head in the pillow, his white oak-colored hair was messily scattered on the pillow, and the tips of his ears were a little red.

It looks harmless, yet has the slenderness of a teenager.

This was supposed to be a vigorous young man, but he was seriously injured because of gang fire and was lying on the bed.

Zhongyuan Zhong also chatted with Atsushi Nakajima one after another, from what he ate last night to what he ate tonight, and by the way continued to help Atsushi Nakajima clean up his wound.

The wound on Atsushi Nakajima's hand was not deep but large in size, bloody and bloody. It looked like a wound caused by a fist hitting something.

Nakahara took a medical cotton swab and gently wiped the blood on Atsushi Nakajima's hands.

Even with a mask on, the pungent bloody smell hit Zhongyuan Zhongye one after another, and the nausea in his stomach became even worse. After halfway through cleaning the wound, Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't help retching.

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom, leaning against the sink and retching.

After retching for a while, Zhong Yuanzhong also turned on the tap and washed his face.

I can't spit anything out, I just feel sick.

The water in the sink was flowing rustlingly, and Nakahara put one hand on the bottom of the sink and the other on the edge of the sink.

"Miss Nakaya, are you okay?" Atsushi Nakajima stood at the bathroom door, grabbed his hand forward, but still didn't take a step.

Atsushi Nakajima clenched his fist and hung it by his side.Gradually tighten.

The wound that had just scabbed and stopped bleeding began to bleed again, and the blood soaked Nakajima Atsushi's coat along his fingers.

Atsushi Nakajima's coat had long been soaked in blood, glowing black and red.

Nakahara Nakaya stretched out a hand and shook Nakajima Atsushi twice to indicate that he was fine.

"Or I'd better go back to Hong Kong Hei..."

"Mr. Dazai saved me from hell. My life was given by Mr. Dazai. Mr. Dazai will do whatever he says. If I rest because of my injury, it will delay Mr. Dazai's plan."

"Mr. Dazai seems to be working on a certain plan recently. I have to go back to the Kohei building now and wait for Mr. Dazai's next order."

As Atsushi Nakajima said, he turned and left without hesitation.

"Atsushi Nakajima, stop!" Chuya Nakahara became angry when he heard Osamu Dazai's name, and when he heard Atsushi Nakajima humiliating himself like this, he became irritable and smashed the pool with his supernatural power.

The water pipe burst, and the indiscriminate spray of water drenched Zhongyuan Zhongya all at once.

Atsushi Nakajima stopped: "Miss Nakaya!"

"Go through the hospitalization procedures for me." Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled the hair sticking to his face behind his back, "I have not been discharged from the hospital, and you are not allowed to be discharged from the hospital either."

"I know Miss Nakaya." Atsushi Nakajima walked over quickly, "You are all wet now, take a shower."

Nakahara Chuya raised his eyelids and glanced at Atsushi Nakajima who looked flustered, took off his shoes, walked barefoot to the bedside and picked up the phone.

Chuhong's long hair was wet with water, and hung around his back in twists and turns. Nakajima Atsushi stared at Nakahara Chuya's back for three seconds, then quickly lowered his head, his ears were completely red.

Chuya Nakahara picked up his mobile phone and broadcast Dazai Osamu's call directly.

"Atsushi Nakajima was injured and was hospitalized for a week."

After that, regardless of whether the other party answered or not, Nakahara Nakaya hung up the phone directly, and then threw it in front of Nakajima Atsushi.

"Crack." A black smartphone appeared in front of Atsushi Nakajima.

"Pick up the phone for me. Continue to treat the wound." Nakahara Nakaya said, activating the ability to separate the water from the clothes and hair.

In just a few seconds, the clothes and hair are dry immediately.

Nakajima Atsushi lowered his head and smiled, but when he raised his head, there was no smile on his face, replaced by worry.

Atsushi Nakajima picked up the mobile phone on the ground, put it on the cabinet next to the bed, and then sat on the bed.

Chuya Nakahara quickly and carefully helped Atsushi Nakajima treat the wound.

After finishing the treatment, Atsushi Nakajima took off his clothes directly, exposing the boy's slender and pale chest to the air.

Zhongya Nakahara heard Atsushi Nakajima say in a pleading tone: "Miss Nakaya, can you help me treat the wound on my abdomen?"

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