Four years ago, after a fierce shooting battle, Shen Xing, a bloody trainee nurse, managed to survive by hiding behind a rock.
The moment she looked up, the big boss of our army noticed her and waved to her, "Come here."
"What's wrong? Team Ji."
"Stop the bleeding and bandage."
Shen Xing's eyes flickered, he swallowed, and his hands trembled towards his arm, but he spoke very quickly: "Be gentle, it shouldn't hurt! Team Ji! But I... I am new, and I may not be as good as other nurses. Please bear with me, I will definitely..."
As she continued to ramble, a big hand covered her eyes and said in an unbearable voice: "It hurts so much! I believe you."
Shen Xing found that she had managed to bandage him perfectly just by feeling her hand.
From then on, those palms stained with the smell of blood were deeply embedded in her mind.
Four years later, Shen Xing, who officially became a surgeon, encountered a patient with a gunshot wound on his first day.
"Gauze, alcohol, pliers..."
Shen Xing took them one by one quickly, staring at the bleeding area without blinking.
"No more bleeding?"
The palm with the smell of blood once again covered her eyes, the warmth in her memory.
Shen Xing's eyes flashed and he continued to immerse himself in his work: "Doesn't it hurt a lot? Don't move!"
——"I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown, so can we count as embracing each other!"
——The mountains and rivers in the world, the sun and the moon in Qingchuan, are not as good as the sounds and colors in your eyes.
Copywriting2020.07.23
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