Chapter 860: Chapter 860: Treating the Wound on the Hand
Just when he was unbearably irritated, suddenly a warm and soft touch came upon the back of his hand.
Only to see the little girl who called him Bro-brother squatting on the Chair barefooted, extending her Fist-sized small hand, touching the wound on the back of his hand.
He didn’t utter a sound.
The little girl had already imitated the ‘hiss hiss’, the sound of sucking in a breath from the pain, as if she was the one hurt.
Her small Body shook slightly, then she turned her head, looked up at him, and urgently said, “Blood…”
“Blood, blood, hurt.”
Li Beijue’s annoyed mood was instantly shattered by her, his thin lips pressed tightly into a straight line, then he put her back on the sickbed, stood up, bent down, “It doesn’t hurt, Nuonuo be good, go to sleep for a while.”
Nuonuo disobeyed, standing up to chase after him.
Li Beijue watched with his heart pounding and quickly grabbed her, pressing the bedside bell.
Soon, the Nurse and Huo Yi both came in.
Li Beijue’s face was stern, he gave the nurse a cold glance, “Take good care of her, if you can’t do it properly, then roll back and feed yourself!”
His temper was really flaring.
The nurse shuddered, on high alert, “Young Master Li, rest assured, I’ve taken good care of Miss Nuonuo already.”
Having said that, she quickly walked over, helped to hold Nuonuo, and gently comforted her, “Nuonuo be good, we’re still doing the intravenous infusion, you can’t move around, or else your Hand will bleed, it will hurt. Nuonuo doesn’t like pain, right? Let’s lie down nicely, aunt will read you a storybook, okay?”
She gently coaxed while placing Nuonuo on the Bed.
But today, the usually well-behaved and sensible little girl was exceptionally uncooperative, kicking with both feet, struggling to run away, while her small mouth kept clamoring, “Dad… hand… blood…”
She was only one year old, still at the stage of speaking one word at a time. When flustered, her pronunciation became unclear.
A proper ‘dad’ sometimes turned into an ‘eight’ as in one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight; sometimes it turned into ‘stop’ as in calling off school.
Occasionally, a correct ‘dad’ would be sandwiched in the middle.
Like speaking Martian, with a baby-like voice.
“Dad… hand… blood.” She seemed particularly concerned about Li Beijue’s bleeding hand, unwaveringly refusing to listen to the nurse, kept struggling on the bed, wanting to run toward Li Beijue, frantically circling and clamoring, “Put… blood…”
Huo Yi couldn’t bear to watch anymore, feeling sympathy for Little Miss’s sensibility, he approached Li Beijue, and whispered softly as a reminder, “Master Jue, should we take care of the wound on your hand?”
He was well aware of the injury on his hand. Li Beijue initially didn’t want to bother with it, but seeing the little girl’s persistent and anxious clamoring, he frowned and relented, “Let the nurse come.”
Seeing that he finally agreed to handle the wound, Huo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that he would change his mind, hurried off to find the nurse.
The nurse quickly came over with simple disinfection and bandaging supplies. Seeing Li Beijue standing there, she hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to speak, “Young Master Li, it’s inconvenient for me to treat your wound while you’re standing. Could you please sit on the nearby Chair?”
Li Beijue was extremely impatient, yet seeing Nuonuo on the sickbed, he still endured it, walked over to the Chair with his Long Legs and sat down, extending his hand.
The Little nurse squatted in front of him, but when she clearly saw his injured hand, she lifted her head in astonishment, and upon close contact with that noble and extraordinary Handsome face, her ears reddened, she buried her head like a Thief.