C20 The Real Identity of Xiao Qian

When the doctor came out, Chen walked over and asked. The old doctor in his forties or fifties shook his head and said, "The preliminary examination only showed a slight bruise on the arm. The wound has already been bandaged. Now we can push it to take a picture. We'll know the result after a while."

After going back and forth a few times, Chen sighed as he finally placed Qian in the neurology ward 306.

The diagnosis is not optimistic, according to the doctor's preliminary judgement, after the extreme shock, the peripheral nerve appeared the problem, leading to the limbs numbness, weakness. His consciousness had returned. Little Qian was able to recognize people, but he couldn't speak. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't react at all.

"Brother Ying, don't worry. Little Qian will be fine." Didn't the doctor already say so? In a situation like this, it is very likely that he will recover at any time, and he might not even use medicine. "

Listening to Shi Ting's comforting words, Chen Ren sighed and said, "It's also possible that he won't be able to recover for a long time, or even his entire life."

He saw Shi Ting was about to speak, so he patted his shoulder and said, "Forget it, stop it. Stay here and guard the hospital. I'll give you the salary. I'll go back to the construction site first."

When Chen Ren Ying left, a nurse who looked to be in her forties walked in. She handed him a set of hospital gown and said, "Help him change his clothes first. You can find me in the duty room if you need anything." She didn't look like the patients and their families Shi Ting met at the clinic. When she saw Shi Ting dressed as a migrant worker, the torn corner of his clothes were still stained with blood, and he smelled the stench of his sweat, they all avoided Shi Ting as if they had seen a ghost.

After the nurse left, Shi Ting was put in a difficult position. It wasn't because there was an amiable old granny or a dignified thirty year old woman living in their ward. It was mainly because he hadn't tried changing the men's clothes!

Looking at Little Qian, his face was flushed red. He was obviously even more shy than Shi Ting.

After a while, Shi Ting finally reached out his hand to take off Little Qian's shirt.

Little Qian's eyes flickered as if he wanted to say something, but the nervous Shi Ting didn't notice.

Although everyone around was too polite to look over, Shi Ting's hands were still shaking. When he finally managed to remove his overalls from his arm under the shy gaze of Little Qian, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Shi Zongming thought that he would be able to see his skinny, human-like body after he took off his jacket, but what entered his eyes was layers upon layers of tightly wound, palm-sized ribbons that were tied around his chest.

Shi Zhe was sweating profusely. When he looked at Little Qian again, he no longer dared to look at Shi Zhe. His eyes were already closed and his face was flushed red. It was even brighter than the red apple he exposed in the morning.

Shi Zhe patiently removed the layers of cloth from his chest one by one. When the last layer of cloth was peeled off, a pair of small, delicate, and beautiful breasts, which should have belonged to a man, jumped out. The little red bean on the peak was extremely eye-catching.

Shi Ting stared blankly for two seconds before noticing that the door to the ward was not closed.

He was so frightened that he took two steps towards the door. When he finally slammed the door, he was leaning against it to catch his breath when he saw the other two women who had stopped talking and looked at him playfully.

"Ugh!" My sister, she is my sister. " Shi Ting hurriedly explained as he walked back to the bed, because there were others in the room. Although he wanted to look at Qian's chest again, he didn't dare to do so in front of others. He only dared to hold her back and quickly put on her hospital gown as he felt the seductive, soft skin of Qian's back.

When he was buttoning up Little Qian's shirt, Shi Ting's heart was beating frighteningly fast as he brushed against Little Qian's bulging chest several times.

When the top was finally put on, he began to be troubled about other things.

Should he change his pants? If he swapped his things, he would definitely see something that he shouldn't have seen. If he didn't, then … To tell the truth, Shi Ting wasn't sure if Qian was a woman or not after just a glance. It was still possible for a man's chest to look like that, as long as he ate some hormones.

Under the urge of curiosity, Shi Ting finally forced himself to peel off his pants under the watchful eyes of the other two people in the room.