Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

The emergency room of the county hospital.

The noise was making me dizzy.

Lin Dawei took the registration slip and found an empty chair in the corner to sit down.

He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to his upper arms, revealing his arms.

My arm was swollen and deformed, with a large bruise from my wrist to my elbow, and blood pooling under the skin.

Even the slightest movement of my finger hurts like being pricked with a needle.

This is the consequence of taking several punches from Lei Ge head-on.

Lin Dawei leaned against the cold chair back, his eyes half-closed, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't utter a sound.

Patients nearby wanted to sit down, but when they saw his arm, they turned pale with fright and quietly moved away.

Lin Dawei ignored him, lowered his eyes, and waited quietly for his number to be called.

Just then, the glass door to the lobby was suddenly pushed open.

"Doctor! Where's the doctor?!"

A howl silenced half the hall.

Chen Jianjun gripped his left hand tightly with his right, a wad of toilet paper between his fingers, stained with a little blood.

He rushed to the triage desk, his face pale and covered in sweat.

Li Ying followed behind, her face full of heartache.

"Jianjun, slow down! Don't move around. I called Luoluo, she'll be down right away! She has connections at the hospital, she'll definitely find you the best doctor!"

The nurse at the triage desk frowned at the noise and peeked at Chen Jianjun's hand.

The wound is at most half a centimeter long, and the bleeding has almost stopped.

The nurse took a look.

"Go to the self-service machine, get a number, disinfect with iodine, and put on a band-aid. Don't block the way here; there are emergency patients behind you."

Chen Jianjun's face turned red immediately.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" Chen Jianjun's voice suddenly rose.

"I'm the deputy director of the workshop in the electronics factory! I have to sign documents and manage production! If there are any problems that affect the factory's orders, can you take responsibility?"

"Go and call your head of the emergency department out here!"

The nurse shrank back as he sprayed her, her eyes filled with disgust.

The people waiting to see the doctor around them also cast disgusted glances at them.

He only had a minor cut, but he yelled like he was about to have his leg amputated. And he calls himself the deputy director of the workshop. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was in charge of the hospital.

"Luo Luo!"

Li Ying's eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved towards the corridor.

The crisp sound of high heels approached, and Li Luo, dressed in a nurse's uniform, strode over.

She had a cold face and was very impatient.

The obstetrics and gynecology department was busy, and she was still on duty when Li Ying called her down from her shift, as if it were an emergency.

The phone call was terrifying; it said things like the blood wouldn't stop flowing and his hand was going to be ruined. Li Luo thought something really serious had happened.

When they arrived, they saw Chen Jianjun pinching that small wound and shouting in front of the triage desk.

When Li Luo saw the wad of toilet paper in his hand, her expression turned even colder.

"Luo Luo, you've finally arrived!"

Li Ying grabbed her sister's arm.

"Look! Jianjun cut his hand while cutting meat, and these ER nurses aren't even doing anything! You need to find a head nurse to treat him right away, make sure he doesn't get an infection!"

Li Luo forcefully pulled her arm back.

"Sister, hospitals have their own rules."

Her voice was calm, "For such a small wound, just disinfectant and a bandage will do. Go to the back and get a number, then get in line."

Li Ying was stunned.

Chen Jianjun's expression froze. He was about to put on his brother-in-law's airs and give him a few words of reprimand, but Li Luo didn't even bother to look at him anymore.

This is a minor injury, nothing serious.

Calling her down for such a minor injury is utterly ridiculous.

Li Luo turned around and wanted to leave.

But as soon as she turned her head, her eyes swept over the corner of the hall, and she stopped in her tracks.

A man was sitting on a chair in the corner.

A black suit jacket was draped over his lap, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up.

That right arm was swollen and purple, covered in bruises; it was a sight that made one's scalp crawl.

Li Luo has seen many external injuries in the hospital, but this kind of blunt force injury is definitely not an ordinary bump or knock; the bone may very well have a crack.

A normal person would be in excruciating pain from such an injury.

But the man just sat quietly, his back ramrod straight, and apart from the fine sweat on his forehead, he showed no sign of being disheveled.

Li Luo's gaze moved upwards and landed on that face.

It turned out to be Lin Dawei.

Two days ago, she noticed that her timid and silent ex-brother-in-law seemed to have changed.

Looking at it today, the changes are even greater.

His face was thinner, with a strong, defined jawline and healthy tan skin.

Sitting there, he completely lost the dejected air of a 46-year-old man, and instead looked younger and younger.

The image of Chen Jianjun flashed through Li Luo's mind.

She wailed so loudly that the whole hall knew about it, even though her palm was slightly scratched.

Lin Dawei sat alone in the corner, and the nurse didn't even urge him to say a word.

The contrast is too stark.

Li Luo ignored Li Ying and Chen Jianjun and walked straight to the corner in her high heels.

Hearing footsteps, Lin Dawei lifted his eyelids and calmly looked at Li Luo's face.

Li Luo stood in front of him, looking down at the injured arm.

"Injured like this, and still sitting here waiting for your turn?" Her voice was still cold, but not as harsh as before.

Lin Dawei said calmly, "I've registered and will wait to be called."

Li Luo felt a lump in her throat from his dismissive attitude.

"This isn't just a scratch; it's very likely a fracture, or even a bone break."

She glanced at the people in line, then turned to a nurse not far away and said, "Call Dr. Zheng, who's on duty in the orthopedic emergency room, and tell him I have a serious blunt force injury and need to have an X-ray taken first."

The young nurse recognized Li Luo and quickly nodded, "Okay, Head Nurse Li."

Li Luo then looked at Lin Dawei again.

"Come with me, there's an empty treatment room upstairs, I'll help you with that first."

Lin Dawei didn't try to be brave; he supported himself on his knees and stood up.

As he stood up, his right arm aggravated his injury, and his brow twitched slightly.

Li Luo saw it.

She pursed her lips, reached out and gently supported his uninjured arm.

This scene left Li Ying completely dumbfounded.

She had been so focused on Chen Jianjun that she only noticed the man in the corner now.

That face was actually Lin Dawei's.

But it's only been a few days, and the changes are so huge!

Li Ying's chest trembled, and she felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

My temper flared up instantly, and I felt like I was going to explode.

"Li Luo!"

Li Ying's voice rose, "What's wrong with you! Jianjun's hand is still bleeding, and you're not going to help him? Why are you bothering with this good-for-nothing?"

She got angrier the more she shouted.

"Lin Dawei, have you no shame! Coming to the hospital to harass my sister? Did you fake an injury to gain sympathy because you think Luoluo is soft-hearted?"

Many people in the hall looked over.

Chen Jianjun also felt his face burning.

He was just putting on airs at the triage desk, but Li Luo didn't take him seriously at all.

On the contrary, as soon as Lin Dawei appeared, Li Luo personally led him upstairs. Wasn't that the same as trampling on the face of his current brother-in-law?

Chen Jianjun gritted his teeth, covered his hand, and rushed forward two steps.

"Lin Dawei! Stop pretending..."

I got stuck on what I was about to say.

Lin Dawei stood up.

He was tall and muscular, his white shirt stretched taut by his muscles.

Chen Jianjun's leg, which had just stepped out, froze in mid-air.

He looked at Lin Dawei's bruised arm, then at the small cut on his own palm, his throat went dry, and his face turned pale.

Lin Dawei's gaze fell on the blood-stained toilet paper, and he smirked, letting out a soft, cold sneer.

I can't be bothered to say a word more.

But that cold sneer hurt more than a slap across Chen Jianjun's face.

Chen Jianjun's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Li Luo looked coldly at Li Ying: "Sister, this is a hospital. If you keep causing trouble, I'll call security."

"You called security to kick me out because of him?"

Li Luo didn't explain, but helped Lin Dawei up and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Li Ying stood there, her face alternating between pale and flushed.

She suddenly realized that Lin Dawei hadn't looked at her once from beginning to end, and didn't take her seriously at all.

This kind of ignoring hurt her more than any insult.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Li Luo helped Lin Dawei stand inside.

Before the door closed, she took one last look at Li Ying, whose face was contorted in pain, and Chen Jianjun, who stood frozen in place, in the hall.

Ding.

As the elevator ascended, only the two of them could be heard breathing softly in the cramped space.

Li Luo released his grip, his gaze falling once more on Lin Dawei's injured arm.

She paused for a few seconds, then asked, "What happened?"

Lin Dawei stared calmly at the fluctuating floor numbers.

"He was beaten up."

Li Luo looked up at his cold, hard profile and felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

She didn't ask any more questions and turned to walk deeper into the corridor.

"Come with me, let's treat your injury first."