The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

At this time, a tall figure appeared outside the alley. Lan Qing was wearing a light blue T-shirt and black casual trousers. He was carrying a sports bag. He was coming out of the gym, and his hair was still wet with sweat.

"President, here you are. There is a wounded soldier here." Xin Ting immediately said to Lan Qing.

As soon as He Jiao saw that the person was Lan Qing, his hands softened while holding on to the wall, and he yelled that the whole person fell on the wall, and then flowed down the wall to the ground like water.

In the blink of an eye, he was sitting on the ground.

Xin Ting was stunned, he walked well just now, why does this look so like touching porcelain?

"I'm in so much pain...I can't walk anymore..." He Jiao arched his back, and deliberately turned his body sideways so that Lan Qing could see the injury on his back when he walked over.

Xin Ting looked at him and frowned, this... too obvious, right? !

Lan Qing came over and took off the backpack and handed it to Xin Ting.

He squatted down, put one arm around He Jiao's lower back, stretched his other hand under his legs, and hugged him up.

"Who made it?" Lan Qing asked with a cold tone.

"I didn't see the people clearly. It seems to be three, maybe the three in my dormitory... If I go back to the dormitory, they will kill me..." He Jiao leaned his pitiful head on his shoulder.

Jiao Didi looked as if she was going to die.

Xin Ting's eyes widened, and he walked behind him with Lan Qing's backpack in both hands.

See the hell!

Lan Qing unexpectedly...he couldn't find an adjective to describe Lan Qing's appearance at this moment!

How could Lan Qing be such a gentle person?Princess Hug!

Back then, when he accidentally rolled down the stairs and broke his leg, Lan Qing carried him on his shoulders like a sandbag.

Although he was also worried about him, he carried him all the way to the hospital.However, his belly was pressed against his shoulders, and he almost vomited.

Another time, when I was graduating from high school, everyone drank too much and threw beer bottles everywhere. I don't know which idiot blew a beer bottle on his forehead.

His head was bleeding, and Lan Qing didn't have the princess to hug him?

At that time, Lan Qing was probably afraid that if he carried him on his shoulders, his brain would become congested, so he hugged him with both hands and lifted him up high.

As a result, when he was going out, he smashed his injured head on the door frame.

Almost made him a fool.

Xin Ting suddenly felt that He Jiao was not an easy guy.

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10 years ago.

He did the same, took him with both hands, took him to a nearby police station, and called the police for him.

Ten years later, he held him like this and sent him to a nearby clinic, which paid for his medical bills.

Just when he was moved, Lan Qing took the receipt and mailed it to him, "Two hundred and five, remember to return it to me."

He Jiao: "..."

He raised his eyelids and looked at him pitifully, those blue eyes were pitiful.

"I'm already like this, you just remember 250?"

Lan Qing stuffed the receipt into his pocket.

Always be prepared to pull out the receipt and ask him for money.

At this time, the uncle doctor came over with an iron plate on which there were many medicines and tools.

When he came over, he said to He Jiao who was sitting on the bed: "Get down, I'll help you treat the wound."

He Jiao lay down obediently, the clothes behind him were rotten and there was a big hole, the doctor cut the clothes with scissors, looked carefully and said: "There are small wooden thorns in your meat, I have to help you remove the small wooden thorns. Take it out, this process will be a bit painful, young people bear with it."

He Jiao felt that he was numb from the pain, and he didn't say a word. Who knew that when the doctor applied the antiseptic wound medicine on his wound, the burning sensation made his whole body bounce.

"Ahhh!" He Jiao yelled wildly, patting the bed with both hands and feet non-stop.

"Don't move around!" The doctor turned to Lan Qing and said, "Student, come over and hold him down."

"It hurts so much!" He Jiao yelled, wanting to get up and stop.

Lan leaned over and grabbed his shoulders and pressed him on the bed.

"Don't move around, just bear with it and you'll be fine."

"I can't help it!" He Jiao blushed, and he grabbed Lan Qing's wrist with his backhand.

He buried his face in the pillow, and his feet kept rubbing against the bed in pain.

Xin Ting couldn't stand it anymore, he came up and grabbed his foot and pressed it firmly.

Then He Jiao was like a salted fish being pinned down and unable to move.

The doctor laughed at him while doing it: "You can't do it, little brother. You see that all your classmates are so strong. Why are you as thin as a chicken?"

He Jiao gritted his teeth in pain, and didn't want to talk to the doctor at all.

The doctor took out the small wooden thorn in the seam for him, and then applied some medicinal wine to wash out all the dirt inside. The process was so painful that He Jiao burst into tears.

After cleaning the wound, the doctor took a large adhesive plaster, stuffed it with a lot of powder, and then slapped him on the back.

The moment the medicine powder entered the wound, it was excruciatingly painful. He Jiao gripped Lan Qing's wrist tightly, and the underdeveloped muscles of his arm were congested with blood because of too much force.

After the doctor bandaged his wound, he cleaned up the surrounding skin for him. The clothes behind He Jiao were cut open, exposing his entire shoulders and back.

There is also a section of clothes wrapped around his waist, his back is a bit sexy.

The doctor wiped the blood on his back, and couldn't help admiring: "Your butterfly bone is the most beautiful butterfly bone I've ever seen."

Lan Qing raised his eyes and glanced at the doctor. What did he mean by complimenting his beautiful butterfly bones?

The doctor was a little embarrassed by Lan Qing's glance, pushed his glasses, and washed his hands as if nothing had happened.

He said to them at the other end: "It's all right now, take a rest and go back when you feel no pain, don't let the wound touch the water in the next few days, remember to change the dressing tomorrow."

"These are anti-inflammatory medicines, remember to take them away later, go back and take them according to the instructions." The doctor pointed to the plastic bag on the counter, and the medicines had already been packed for him.

Xin Ting took a look and went over to help bring the medicine.

He Jiao was still holding Lan Qing's wrist, his whole face was buried on the pillow, and he didn't know if he passed out now.

Lan Qing let go of his hand, turned her wrist and grabbed his hand backhand.

"It's all right, dead?"

He Jiao took a deep breath before turning his head and glanced at him, "I won't die so early, I haven't fallen in love with you yet..."

He Jiao spoke in a low voice, Lan Qing didn't hear clearly, he lowered his head and moved closer and asked, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing...it hurts too much, I don't want to move at all."

"Take a break." Lan Qing let go of his hand, and He Jiao reached out and grabbed his hand again.

"Are you leaving me? I can't go back like this..."