"Looking to die? Think you're amazing for knowing a couple of fancy moves? Don't you know your own limits? And you have to play the hero and save the damsel?"
"Why shouldn't I save her? Just don't get yourself into trouble. Look at your head, you're disfigured!"
Jiang Nanfang never expected that at a time like this, he would call out to her just to mock and ridicule her.
Fancy moves? Playing the hero? Disfigured?
A dog's mouth can't spew ivory!
"Let me down. What I do and whether I get disfigured is none of your business."
"It's not like I'm doing it for your approval, so what right do you have to talk about me? Let me down."
Jiang Nanfang really wanted to retort sharply and harshly.
But her forehead hurt too much, and she couldn't muster the strength.
Even a little exertion made the blood from her wound flow more profusely. That old man Zhou would not have a good end!
It was still quite a distance to the hospital. What if the wound kept bleeding?
Seeing blood beads constantly dripping down Jiang Nanfang's cheek, and with no suitable tools at hand,
Zhan Bei Jue, who had initially intended to scold her for taking risks again, thought for a moment and decided to carry her to the car first.
He placed her in the passenger seat, locked the doors, then moved to the driver's seat. Zhan Bei Jue searched the car for something to stop the bleeding.
But he was too particular about cleanliness, only keeping disinfectant and wet wipes. Now, he couldn't find anything.
After a thorough search, he could only unbutton his jacket and take off his sweater.
Jiang Nanfang, covering her forehead, turned to look at his strange behavior: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"It's broad daylight, with so many people outside, why are you taking off your clothes?"
"Zhan Bei Jue, I'm warning you..."
"Tear!"
He unbuttoned the sleeve of his white shirt and bit his bicep with his teeth.
Then, with one hand, he tore off half a sleeve.
"Come here, tie up your wound."
"You're bleeding so much, don't stain my car and then die in it."
"..."
His fingers were so strong. A neatly cut piece of cloth quickly became a long, thin strip in his hands.
Zhan Bei Jue tied Jiang Nanfang's forehead tightly. He casually wiped his hands with a wet wipe, then started the car and called Director Gao.
He wanted to bring someone over to treat the wound, and if possible, sew it himself.
Director Gao asked if the patient was male or female, their age, and the location of the wound.
Zhan Bei Jue said it was an adult woman, on her forehead, with a wound about three centimeters long.
That long?
Director Gao suggested, "You should go to a plastic surgery hospital. They are more professional, and the stitches will be more aesthetically pleasing, to avoid scarring."
"This is not a major surgery, any doctor can do it. It's fine."
Since Director Gao said so, Zhan Bei Jue had no objections and asked him to recommend a place.
Director Gao told him the name of a hospital, and Zhan Bei Jue navigated there.
All the way, the two acted like enemies, neither looking at the other.
Zhan Bei Jue focused on the road, while Jiang Nanfang looked out the window.
Soon, they arrived at the hospital.
Seeing Jiang Nanfang in such a state, the nurse at the information desk thought it was a car accident and quickly led them to the doctor's office.
The doctor briefly examined Jiang Nanfang and told her that the wound was too close to her temple and it would be best not to use anesthesia to avoid adverse effects.
"Just clean the wound like this. Bear with the pain. It will only take about six stitches, and you'll be fine afterward."
As he spoke, a nurse brought over a tray with some tools and disinfectant alcohol.
Looking at the gleaming tweezers and needles on the tray, Jiang Nanfang's scalp tingled.
Zhan Bei Jue stood beside her. She was sitting, and he looked up at her. He took in her nervous expression.
Seeing the veins bulging on her forehead from nervousness, he instinctively raised his hand and squeezed her shoulder.
Despite her nervousness at the moment, Jiang Nanfang did not forget her enmity.
She glanced down at his hand on her shoulder and immediately shook her shoulder to shake him off. Zhan Bei Jue told a bad joke.
"Doctor, while you're at it, please check if any part of her facial features needs cosmetic surgery."
"It's rare that I'm in a good mood today and willing to spend money. If anything needs fixing, get it done together, and I'll cover the cost."
The doctor, who had just washed his hands and was arranging the tools, heard Zhan Bei Jue's words and immediately turned to look at Jiang Nanfang's face.
Although her left cheek was slightly swollen due to the wound, her facial proportions were still quite harmonious.
"She really doesn't need anything. This young lady's facial proportions are perfect. Any alteration would be superfluous. You only need to focus on anti-aging in the future."
"However, our hospital is currently running a promotion. If you deposit 100,000 yuan in cash at once, you'll receive 10,000 yuan in project experience. Would you like to make a deposit first?"
"In the future, you'll be a VIP client. Just come directly to me. I guarantee to arrange the latest and best products for the lady."
At this time, when she was about to get stitches, and she still had the mood to talk about cosmetic surgery?
Jiang Nanfang couldn't help but want to turn her head to glare at Zhan Bei Jue, but she was held down by him and the doctor.
"She's almost thirty, so it's indeed time for anti-aging."
"Alright, deposit 100,000 for her first."
"Sir, would you like to register now?"
The nurse beside them smartly picked up the conversation.
"If it's inconvenient for you to go over, I can call a colleague."
"There's also a surprise gift for topping up now, it's very cost-effective."
Zhan Bei Jue watched as the doctor inserted the needle into Jiang Nanfang's skin: "Okay, have her come over."
It was as if Jiang Nanfang wasn't getting stitches but a manicure.
The people around were chattering and gossiping above her head. Before she could feel much pain, the stitching was finished.
The nurse put away the items, and the doctor began to explain the post-stitching precautions.
"You need to get saline infusions for a week to reduce inflammation. Be careful not to get the wound wet, avoid spicy and irritating foods, do not eat raw ginger. You won't need to have the stitches removed. You should be fine in about a week."
Zhan Bei Jue released Jiang Nanfang: "So, do we need to get an infusion now?"
"Yes. The wound is quite swollen, so we need to reduce inflammation quickly. The nurse has already gone to get the medication. You can go directly to the infusion room."
Then, Jiang Nanfang, like a child, was dragged by her "parent" Zhan Bei Jue into the infusion room.
A moment later, Jiang Nanfang's IV was set up.
Seeing the dog man who mocked her for being nearly thirty, old and faded, and needing maintenance, still sitting beside her and not leaving, she kicked him with her foot.
"I don't need your card. Whoever needs cosmetic surgery, give it to them. Don't think that 100,000 yuan can buy me."
"Alright, you can go. Today, consider it being bitten by a dog. I won't hold it against your uncle. Stop bothering me here."
Zhan Bei Jue looked at her, her face slightly swollen, her clothes extremely dirty, and her whole appearance comically unattractive. Just as he was about to retort, his phone rang.
It was the technical deputy general manager.
"Mr. Zhan, is today's meeting still on? It's already been postponed for over an hour, and the colleagues..."
"It's not on. You all carry on with other things. Wait for Assistant Zhong's notification tomorrow."
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Zhan Bei Jue called Ah Zhong again.
"Angel Plastic Surgery Hospital, infusion room. Send me a set of women's clothes."
"Buy them according to Zhou Jinbei's size."
"Aren't you very familiar with her? You must know her measurements. Hurry up."