Chapter 85 My dad is a pink guy (22)
In the end, Jiang Tang took matters into his own hands, lifted him high and lowered him gently. Lu Lichao felt as if he was distressed and wished he could hug Jiang Tang wherever he went to feel relieved.
It happened to be this weekend, when Dr. Zhao was checking Jiang Tang's body, Lu Lichao was still holding his daughter's little hand tightly, his brows were furrowed and he couldn't relax.
"The body is in good condition, keep being a little girl."
"Thank you, Doctor Zhao. By the way, how is my father's injury now? Is he feeling better?"
Doctor Zhao looked at Lu Lichao and started to pack things.
"Your father's body is stronger than that of an ox. He has recovered a long time ago. Also, Tangtang, next time you feel uncomfortable, just press this button on the table and I will come over immediately. Even if I can't come over, it will happen. Other acting doctors come over.”
Jiang Tang looked at the newly installed alarm button in the room and nodded obediently.
After Dr. Zhao left, Jiang Tang turned around and looked at Lu Lichao.
"Show me the wound. How is your recovery?"
How could he recover after being shot in just half a month? Lu Lichao ran all the way to Gucheng again, and the wound healed even slower.
Lu Lichao was sitting still, wearing a soft black sweater and black military pants. His short hair had grown a little longer and lay softly on his forehead.
Jiang Tang sat next to him and stretched out his hand to push up the sweater.
Looking into the tight and firm lower abdomen, there is a flesh-red scar in the lower left corner with a little white mark around it, which looks a bit inflamed.
Jiang Tang frowned.
"I'll get you some alcohol to disinfect."
Lu Lichao watched the little girl run to get the medicine box, looked down at his wound, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
Jiang Tang wiped Lu Lichao's wound with cotton cloth dipped in alcohol, and poked the white circle with his tender little hands.
"Does it hurt?"
Lu Lichao lowered his eyes and looked down at her, his voice a little hoarse.
"It doesn't hurt. This little injury is nothing, nothing to make a fuss about." "Isn't it just flesh growing on your body that you can't feel any pain?"
Jiang Tang raised his eyes and looked directly at Lu Lichao with his beautiful eyes, seriously.
Lu Lichao smiled softly and raised his hand to gently rub her face.
"Feeling distressed?"
Jiang Tang nodded, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Dad, what do you do?"
Lu Li beat his heart fast and rubbed his thumb and index finger.
"What does Tangtang think dad does?"
"I don't know, it should be a very dangerous thing. Anyway, I don't like it."
Jiang Tang applied the medicine and murmured in a low voice while packing his things. Lu Lichao suddenly bent down. Before he had time to pull off his sweater, his smooth muscles were arched like a cheetah. His tall body was condescending, covering the entire Jiang Tang. .
"Little girl, your murderous hands don't even shake. Can't you guess what I do?"
Jiang Tang raised his head, his bright starry eyes showed no signs of any disturbance, but upon closer inspection, there were traces of confusion and fear brewing.
"Dad, I'm scared."
Lu Lichao narrowed his eyes and his expression froze.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Before, I was most afraid of death, but I knew it would come sooner or later, so I was never anxious.
Now, I am still afraid of death, but you gave me hope, made me feel that I can live healthily and stably, and gave me a father who loved me. People are greedy, and it’s like accidentally discovering a big altar. The little mouse who uses lamp oil is always afraid that everything in front of him will disappear sooner or later. Losing is not terrible, but what is terrible is gaining and losing again.
Dad, I'm really happy and really scared. ”
(End of chapter)