Chapter 823


    The doctor obviously knew that | was conscious, and that was why he had exined the situation to me. | thought about his


    words, then understood that my face had probably been injured, and so my eye was inevitably hurt too.


    However, why hadn''t | felt pain to begin with? Things had probably happened too quickly, causing me to be unable to feel any


    sort of sensation.


    The doctor left. A nurse gave me an intravenous drip. She took my hand and patted it several times but failed to find a protruding


    vein. She looked up at me and said, "Miss, please clench your fist.”


    | clenched my fist. She looked around the back of my hand carefully and found a vein. Then, she took a long, thin syringe and


    pushed the air out of the tube, causing the sound of liquid toe out of it.


    When | saw that she was going to stab it in, | turned my face away, and my muscles started to ache too. Truth be told, | was


    quite afraid of pain.


    “All done!" The nurse told me to notify that she was done with it as she had probably noticed my cowardice.


    | rxed and looked back at the needle that had been plunged into the back of my left hand. | saw that the blood vessel on the


    back of my hand was bulging and it still felt a little painful.


    | couldn''t help but ask, "Miss, have you inserted it into the wrong vein? The blood seems to be flowing backwards."


    | wasn''t spouting nonsense, because the liquid in the infusion tube had turned red from its original white.


    The nurse turned around and was stunned for a moment. She tried to pull out the needle that had been stuck in, and blood came


    out with it.


    She cleaned the wound with iodine and said, "Press on it for a while.”


    | raised my right hand to press on the wound. | thought that human vessels were suchplicated things. They were all made to


    transport blood, but it was easy to make mistakes.


    Perhaps, due to the fact that it was the wrong vessel, the ce where the tube had originally been inserted was bruised. Blood


    wasn''t squirting out of the wound, but the bruise on the back of my hand was quite ring.


    | threw the cotton swab into the trash can. The nurse had also noticed the bulging bruise on the back of my hand and slightly


    frowned. She looked sorry, but she didn''t apologize.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    She pulled my hand and took a look at it, as if wanting to continue finding a ce to poke. | looked at the tiny bruise on the back


    of my hand and felt a little sorry for myself.


    I said, "How about we do it on the right hand instead?"


    It hadn''t been easy to find the blood vessel to begin with. It was already bulging at the moment. If the nurse did it again and it


    was still in the wrong ce, how pitiful my hand would be!


    She nodded, then lowered her head and patted the back of my right hand. They were all the same actions. She asked me to


    clench my fist again.


    Fortunately, it went well. There weren''t any abnormal reactions when the needle went in.


    The nurse tidied up the medicine and saw that the back of my left hand had a huge bulging bruise. Somewhat apologetically, she


    said, "I''ll go get an icepress for youter."


    | nodded and looked at my hand. My vision was a little blurry because one of my eyes had been bandaged.