Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 643 - 623: Ninth Grandpa
"What I’m saying is a fact, think about it, what if he didn’t brush his teeth after eating garlic the day before..."
"I’m ending our friendship for five minutes!!!" He Wenyu didn’t hesitate for a second to grab her toothbrush and start brushing her teeth, why did she feel a bit nauseous?
"Five minutes isn’t even enough for you to wash up, make it ten minutes, haha." Luo Qianqian was clearly delighted as she studied which bottle was the facial cleanser. He Wenyu had a speechless look on her face, wondering whether having such a terrible friend was lucky or unlucky.
Because of Luo Qianqian’s theory about garlic breath and the hand, foot, and mouth disease influenza, He Wenyu would from that point on always carry mouthwash with her, of course, this was a tale for another time.
After both of them washed up, one sprawled out and the other lay down and both slept soundly. In the middle of the night, Luo Qianqian’s position changed to lying on her back, and she just wrinkled her brow slightly, then pulled over the blanket and continued snoring away.
He Wenyu, as a result of Luo Qianqian’s blanket-grabbing actions, ended up with her two white, slender legs exposed outside the blanket, but luckily, the room wasn’t cold, and the air conditioner was on.
The next day, He Wenyu’s biological clock had her up early again. Then, seeing Luo Qianqian in another strange position, she immediately buried her head under the blanket with her feet dangling off the edge of the bed, and a sudden wave of panic woke her up: "Qianqian, Qianqian!!!"
"Huh? Is it time to eat?" Luo Qianqian rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked up at He Wenyu with a face full of confusion, "What’s up?"
"Doesn’t your wound hurt?" He Wenyu pointed at her position, her back fully in contact with the bed surface.
Luo Qianqian was stunned for a moment, her mind slowly coming to, realizing her own condition, then she jumped up: "Ah ah ah, does it hurt, Xiao Yu help me see if it hurts?"
"Have you lost your mind?" He Wenyu frowned at Luo Qianqian, who was standing on the floor and continuously twisting her head to look at her back. Could pain be seen with the eyes? It was the first time she had ever heard of it.
"Knock knock knock" came the sound of knocking, followed by Lin Jiayou’s anxious voice: "What’s wrong with you guys? What’s hurting?"
"It’s nothing." He Wenyu looked at Luo Qianqian’s panties and her upper body wrapped in a vest with a hanging strap and bandages, then looked at her own identical attire, feeling secretly glad that Luo Qianqian had locked the door last night, otherwise, with Lin Jiayou’s personality, wouldn’t he have broken in by now?
As time went by, Luo Qianqian gradually became more alert, and then was also surprised. Stretching her arms had no issue. Bending over didn’t either. And moving her arms up and down, left and right, all had no problems. Just as she was about to try a chest expansion exercise, she heard Lin Jiayou’s voice: "Where did you go? And this old gentleman is...?"
"Please have a seat first." Jimo Cheng’s voice came through, and then soon after, there was another knock on the door: "Qianqian, are you up? Get dressed and come out to get your stitches removed."
Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu were both puzzled, but they quickly changed their clothes regardless.
Jimo Cheng’s face was full of self-reproach, how could he have forgotten about the stitch removal? He sighed slightly, hoping that Luo Qianqian wouldn’t cry too miserably later on.
When Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu came out after washing up and changing their clothes, both were startled upon seeing an old man dressed in light blue traditional Chinese attire sitting on the sofa drinking tea. They exchanged glances before greeting him: "Good day, Grandpa."
The elder nodded his head, his gaze settling on Luo Qianqian.
Then they watched as the elder opened the white medical case by his feet. The next second, Luo Qianqian felt her legs go weak as she clung to He Wenyu, her voice trembling and barely audible, "Am I about to be dissected?" Looking at the array of items like knives, scissors, gauze, and alcohol in the old man’s opened box, the smell of alcohol made Luo Qianqian’s legs give out.
Lin Jiayou was a mix of laughter and tears, she certainly hadn’t reacted like this when they stitched her up.
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When the stitches were being sewn, only He Wenyu was by her side, but still separated by a wall. How could she know how it felt? The key point was that she had been given anesthesia.
If she hadn’t been given anesthesia, Luo Qianqian could imagine her screams piercing through the wall and the hallway, waking up the patients in the silent hospital.
"Calm down. It’s just removing the stitches," He Wenyu patted Luo Qianqian’s shoulder, his face full of helplessness. He really didn’t understand how she had coped when she broke her bone.
Before anything was done to her, Luo Qianqian was already looking at Jimo Cheng with teary eyes, her voice whimpering, "Senior brother..."
At this point, the old master who had been quiet until now spoke calmly, "Not removing them? That’s fine, but then the thread growing inside the flesh will slowly rot, decay, bacteria will multiply, leading the flesh near the wound to rot. Then it won’t be as simple as removing stitches anymore. You’d have to use this little knife to cut away the rotten flesh and then sew it up again... Hehe." After finishing his point, he chuckled at Luo Qianqian, which made her shiver and her legs go weak as she leaned into He Wenyu’s embrace.
Seeing the old master’s mischievous smile, Jimo Cheng also looked helpless, but he had no choice as the man was specifically summoned by him, so he could only try to comfort Luo Qianqian, "It’ll hurt just for a moment, and then it’ll be over. I’ll take you to eat something delicious afterward, okay?"
Luo Qianqian pouted her lips. Was she really that greedy?
"Come on, better to die and be reborn early, a short pain is better than a long one, sooner or later you’re going to feel pain," said the old man, beckoning Luo Qianqian over.
Luo Qianqian’s face was pale, and He Wenyu helped her over to the chair in front of the old man.
Even before anything had really started, Luo Qianqian began to cry, tears falling until the old man finished packing his box, looking at her with amusement.
"Do you feel pain? Is that why you’re crying?" the old man asked.
Luo Qianqian bit her lower lip tightly, thinking that he shouldn’t expect to distract her and then suddenly start the procedure.
"Qianqian, it’s already finished," He Wenyu said, somewhat torn between laughter and tears at the sight of Luo Qianqian. But seeing that her expression hadn’t changed from beginning to end, he wondered if she truly hadn’t felt anything.
Luo Qianqian couldn’t believe her eyes, she just felt a chill on her back and then nothing at all, which is why she thought he was just teasing her.
She looked behind her and saw that it had been rewrapped with disinfectant cotton and carefully taped up, no longer wound up with bandages in the style of an undergarment.
"It’s really done..." Luo Qianqian looked incredulously at the old man who was having tea on the side, her face filled with emotion and apology, "Ninth Grandpa, are you a magician? You should have told me earlier, you scared me to death." Saying so, she pitifully took the tissue in front of her, wiping her nose and tears, with a silly smile on her face.
He Wenyu felt that Luo Qianqian was really embarrassing in such a state.
Yet Jimo Cheng, standing opposite and handing her tissues, thought that this side of Luo Qianqian was very authentic.
"You’re the silly one," the old master said without mincing words. "Jin Nian, take the old man with you for something delicious later, I’ll go back in the afternoon."
"Yes, Ninth Grandpa," Jimo Cheng responded.
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