Fortunately, this hotel was well-equipped, even the first aid kit had all sorts of ergency supplies. Qiao Xu took out so necessary items and quickly walked over to Lu Moqing to help him with his wound.
"Take your hand off."
She spoke in a low voice, and Lu Moqing cooperated by letting go. The sight of the wound and the bright red blood seed to stab both of Qiao Xu’s eyes, causing her to gasp involuntarily.
There was a large gash in his forehead and a simple bandage would not suffice. "It needs stitches."
Qiao Xu looked at him, her voice trembling so much that she didn’t even realize it.
"Alright."
Without any hesitation, Lu Moqing agreed, his deep black pupils like a bottomless pool, as if they could draw Qiao Xu in or even calm her down in an instant.
"You can do it, just stitching a few needles, right Dr. Qiao?"
Lu Moqing’s lips curved into a smile.
Qiao Xu did not answer, instead, she turned around and took out dical needle and thread from the first aid kit. After carefully disinfecting the wound, she said to Lu Moqing, "There’s no anesthesia, just bear with it."
"Alright."
Qiao Xu held the needle, feeling as if she was back to being a fresh graduate interning at a hospital, even worse.
The mont the needle touched his skin, her hand was trembling.
"Xuxu?"
Seeing that Qiao Xu hadn’t started, Lu Moqing looked at her and saw her nervous expression. He grinned and called out to her.
Slowly eting his eyes, Qiao Xu pursed her lips and asked, "Are you scared?"
Lu Moqing’s smile froze at the corners of his mouth. Then, he chuckled lightly, "Are you scared?"
His bloodstained hand held hers, which held the needle, his voice sinking deeper, "A surgeon who can save soone from the Ghost Gate, would be scared of a small thing like stitching?"
His gaze, sharp as a knife’s edge, reached the depths of Qiao Xu’s eyes, as if sothing was stuck in his heart, just like his sticky palm sticking to her hand.
"Xuxu, you’re worried about ."
Lu Moqing’s eyes lost their laughter, and his deep and sharp gaze focused on Qiao Xu’s face as he spoke.
He wasn’t asking her a question, but stating a fact with certainty.
Qiao Xu was startled by his words, and her hand with the needle in it jerked violently. When she looked into Lu Moqing’s confident black eyes, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassnt and irritation.
"Since you’re not scared, I won’t be polite."
As soon as she finished speaking, she unceremoniously jabbed the needle into the flesh of his forehead. Lu Moqing, who had not prepared himself for the pain, gasped sharply.
"Qiao Xu, are you trying to murder your husband?"
"President Lu misunderstood, at most it’s just murdering an ex-husband."
Perhaps because she felt provoked by Lu Moqing’s words, Qiao Xu beca much more skilled in her stitching.
Lu Moqing, having heard her call him President Lu again, naturally thought of the mont when she instinctively called out his na earlier in the underground garage. The tension, panic, and long-lost affection seed to burst out of her in an instant.
"Just now, when we were downstairs, you kept calling Moqing."
His voice was unexpectedly hoarse, causing Qiao Xu, who was stitching his wound, to feel a sudden tremor in her heart.
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