Back to the 80s: Raising my Wolfy Boyfriend-Chapter 302: A Special Fondness for White Coats
Gu Jin kept holding her, his voice gently soothing the extremely unsettled girl.
The Yu Family guards outside the door couldn’t help but be moved by the sounds inside.
The sounds inside were too sorrowful, and from the cries, they heard the girl’s despair.
These people were no strangers to bloodshed, accustomed to decisive and straightforward methods.
They couldn’t understand the girl’s pain, but the sounds entering their ears were like a blade crying tears of blood.
There’s a saying, an eye for an eye, but what grudge could drive a young girl to this point?
It wasn’t until half an hour later that the commotion in the room gradually subsided.
Ma Qiaolan’s emotions finally began to improve.
Gu Jin released his embrace, helping her lie down on the hospital bed.
Her hand was still tightly gripping Ma Qiaolan’s.
Looking at the bloodstains on the back of her hand, Gu Jin spoke softly and gently, "We’re in the hospital now; you need to continue your IV. I’ll call the doctor to reinject you, okay?"
Hearing "doctor," Ma Qiaolan nodded very obediently.
This slightly surprised Gu Jin.
She thought the other might reject anyone’s approach.
But seeing her nod in agreement, Gu Jin signaled to the guards outside to call the doctor.
The person who came was the same doctor who had treated Ma Qiaolan’s injuries before.
Gu Jin glanced at the name tag of the person, discovering his name was Wang Chao.
When Wang Chao entered the ward, the first thing he noticed was the swelling on Ma Qiaolan’s hand from the previous IV, with dried blood on the back.
He furrowed his brows slightly and walked toward the bed.
Leaning against the hospital bed, Ma Qiaolan showed no aversion to seeing a stranger.
She watched Wang Chao in his white coat, even a hint of eagerness flashing in her eyes.
This scene was entirely captured by Gu Jin, creating a notion in her mind.
Wang Chao approached the bedside, speaking with some discontent, "Your hand is swollen, it won’t go down for a few days. Extend your other hand for the reinjection."
Hearing this, Ma Qiaolan obediently extended her hand before the man.
From the moment Wang Chao entered the ward, her eyes never left him.
Or rather, Ma Qiaolan’s eyes were fixed intently on Wang Chao’s white coat.
Wang Chao felt nothing amiss, as he held Ma Qiaolan’s hand, searching for a vein.
Finding the spot, disinfecting, inserting the needle—a series of actions done swiftly and precisely.
After reattaching the IV, he adjusted the drip speed and turned to leave.
Since last night, after a quick meal, he hadn’t had a moment of peace.
Three patients were brought in, each proving to be quite a handful.
Wang Chao turned, stifling a yawn with his hand, ready to leave the room.
He had taken just one step when he found himself unable to move forward.
A force from behind compelled him to stop.
Wang Chao turned around, seeing a swollen hand gripping his work clothes tightly.
Not only did he freeze, but Gu Jin, sitting by the bed, also raised an eyebrow slightly.
Ma Qiaolan clutched Wang Chao’s white coat tightly, refusing to look up, maintaining a tense stand-off.
After the initial shock, a trace of helplessness appeared on Wang Chao’s face.
When this girl was brought in, he had guessed what she had gone through.
Though a surgeon, he had studied psychology and knew she likely had a short-term post-traumatic stress disorder.
In such cases, it’s important not to stimulate the patient and to carefully soothe them.
Yet after working the night shift, he was due to hand over in two hours. He needed a place to catch some rest.
Thinking of things at home only added to his headache.
