"Seeking death? So what if you know a few fancy moves? Don't you know your own limits? Trying to play hero and save the damsel!"
"Why shouldn't I save her? If you're so capable, don't get yourself hurt. 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?
What a dog's mouth spewing foul words!
"Let me down. What I do and whether I get disfigured is none of your business."
"My face isn't for your viewing pleasure, what right do you have to talk about me? Let me down."
Jiang Nanfang desperately wanted to retort fiercely and scold him.
But her forehead hurt too much, she couldn't muster the strength.
Just a little effort felt like the blood from her wound was flowing more vigorously. That old man Zhou wouldn't have a good end!
It was still quite a distance to the hospital. What if the wound kept bleeding?
Seeing beads of blood constantly dripping down Jiang Nanfang's cheek, and having no suitable tools at hand.
Zhan Beijue, who had initially intended to berate her further for taking risks, thought for a moment and decided to carry her to the car.
He placed her in the passenger seat, locked the doors, then went to the driver's seat. Zhan Beijue began searching the car for something to stop the bleeding.
Unfortunately, he was too much of a clean freak. He only kept disinfectant and wet wipes, nothing else. Now, he couldn't find anything.
After a thorough look, he could only unbutton his jacket and take off his sweater.
Jiang Nanfang, clutching her forehead, turned her head 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 Beijue, I'm warning you..."
"Rip!"
He unbuttoned the sleeve of his white shirt from underneath the sweater, bit down on his bicep, and then, with a strong pull, tore off half a sleeve.
"Come here, tie up your wound."
"You're bleeding so much, don't get my car dirty and then die in it."
"..."
His fingers were so strong. In an instant, a neat piece of cloth became a long, thin strip in his hands.
Jiang Nanfang's forehead was tightly bound by him. He casually wiped his hands with a wet wipe, and as he started the car, he called Director Gao.
He wanted to bring someone over to treat the wound, and if possible, have him sew it himself.
Director Gao asked if the patient was male or female, their age, and the location of the wound.
Zhan Beijue replied that 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 their stitches are more aesthetically pleasing, to avoid scarring."
"This isn't a major surgery. Any general doctor can do it, it'll be fine."
Since Director Gao said so, Zhan Beijue had no objections and asked him to recommend a place.
Director Gao told him the name of a hospital, and Zhan Beijue navigated there.
The entire way, the two of them behaved like enemies, neither looking at the other.
Zhan Beijue focused on the road, while Jiang Nanfang gazed out the window.
Soon, they arrived at the hospital.
Seeing Jiang Nanfang like that, the nurse at the information desk, thinking it was a car accident, hurriedly 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 anesthetic to avoid adverse effects.
"Just clean the wound like this. Bear with the pain, it'll only take about six stitches, and then you'll be fine."
As he spoke, a nurse brought over a tray with some tools and disinfectant alcohol.
Looking at the gleaming tweezers and needle on the tray, Jiang Nanfang's scalp tingled.
Zhan Beijue stood beside her. As she sat down, he looked down at her, taking in her nervous expression.
Seeing the veins bulging on her forehead from nervousness, he instinctively raised his hand and gripped her shoulder.
Even in her nervousness, Jiang Nanfang did not forget her animosity.
She glanced down at the hand on her shoulder and immediately shook her shoulder to shake it off. Zhan Beijue told a bad joke.
"Doctor, while you're at it, please check if there's anything about her features that needs adjustment."
"It's rare that I'm in a good mood today and willing to spend money. If anything needs fixing, get it done together, I'll cover the expenses for her."
The doctor, who had just finished washing his hands and was arranging his tools, heard Zhan Beijue'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 features were still well-proportioned.
"She really doesn't need anything. This young lady has perfect facial proportions. Any adjustment would be superfluous. She just needs 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 a 10,000 yuan project experience. Would you like to make a deposit first?"
"In the future, she'll be a VIP client. Just find me directly when you come. I guarantee the latest and best products will be arranged for her."
At a time like this, when she was about to get stitches, they were still talking about plastic surgery?
Jiang Nanfang couldn't help but want to turn her head to glare at Zhan Beijue, but was held down by him and the doctor together.
"She's almost thirty now, 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, with keen observation, 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 Beijue watched as the doctor inserted the needle into Jiang Nanfang's skin: "Alright, have her come over."
It was as if Jiang Nanfang wasn't getting stitches, but getting her nails done.
The people around were chattering and gossiping above her head. Before she could feel much pain, the stitching was over.
The nurse put away the items, and the doctor began to explain the post-stitch care.
"You'll need to hang saline for a week for anti-inflammatory treatment. Be careful not to get the wound wet, avoid spicy and irritating foods, and no ginger. There's no need to remove the stitches. In a week, you should be fine."
Zhan Beijue let go of Jiang Nanfang, "So, do I need to hang the saline now?"
"Yes. The wound is quite swollen, it needs anti-inflammatory treatment immediately. The nurse has already gone to get the medication. You can go directly to the infusion room."
Then, Jiang Nanfang, like a child, was pulled by her "guardian" Zhan Beijue into the infusion room.
A moment later, Jiang Nanfang had her IV drip inserted.
Seeing the dog man who had mocked her for being nearly thirty, old and faded, needing maintenance, still sitting there and not leaving, she kicked his foot.
"I don't need your card. Whoever needs plastic surgery, give it to them. Don't think that 100,000 yuan can buy me."
"Alright, you can leave. Consider this a bite from a dog. I won't hold it against your uncle. Stop bothering me here."
Zhan Beijue looked at her, her face slightly swollen, her clothes incredibly dirty, and her entire appearance comically unsightly. Just as he was about to retort, his phone rang.
It was the technical vice president calling.
"Mr. Zhan, is today's meeting still on? It's already been delayed for over an hour, the colleagues..."
"It's not on. You guys handle other things first. Tomorrow, wait for Assistant Zhong's notification."
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Zhan Beijue called Ah Zhong again.
"Angel Plastic Surgery Hospital, infusion room. Send me a set of women's clothing."
"Buy it according to Zhou Jinbei's size."
"Aren't you very familiar with her? You must know her measurements. Hurry up."