MTL - She is the Third Kind of Stunning-Chapter 3 hand

Being exposed bluntly, Lu Yinxi didn't change his face, and explained a few words in a low voice: "I used my left hand when I was young. Many people said I was abnormal and would look at me with strange eyes. The teacher hit my palm when he saw that I was using my left hand. The classmates surrounded me, watched me write, and laughed at me, as if I was a monster... I learned to use my right hand, but in private, I still subconsciously get used to using my left hand... Both hands are used. After a long time, it seems Very flexible."

This statement is not adulterated.

Lu Yinxi was born left-handed and was forcibly corrected.

When she was young, she was raised by her grandmother who was thrown by her mother in the countryside.

At that time, the country people were more superstitious and thought it was unlucky to be left-handed. When they saw her writing and eating with her left hand, they beat her and told her that she was not well-bred and asked her to change it.

Later, when she went to the school in the village, the teacher saw that she was writing with her left hand, so she beat her palm with a bamboo stick.

The bamboo sticks were very thin, and the beating was very painful. Her palms were red and swollen, but she felt that she was right, so she didn't cry or make trouble, and didn't change it. She stubbornly continued to write with her left hand.

The teacher hates iron for being weak, and doesn't care about her, but some students like to laugh at her, bully her with excuses, and give her all kinds of ugly nicknames.

The children in the countryside are used to being free-range. There is no parent to pick them up and drop them off to and from school, and a few children walk in groups.

From kindergarten to elementary school, the other classmates held hands and bounced back home together, lively and bustling, but she was the only one who was always alone, walking back slowly, sometimes being laughed at by passing classmates sentence.

When I got home, the neighbors pointed again. Some persuaded left-handed people to be abnormal and against the laws of nature. Don't want her, leave her in the countryside and ignore her.

This hurt people, she heard it, believed it, stood in the yard for a long time with her schoolbag in her arms, finally took out the exercise book, sat at the stone table in the yard, held back tears, and practiced writing with her right hand.

Jian Qing didn't say a word, and looked at her silently, as if trying to discern the truth of the words.

Lu Yinxi no longer avoided looking at each other, and met Jian Qing's scrutinizing gaze, her long eyelashes trembling.

Jian Qing looked away, and responded irrelevantly: "Being used to using the left hand is not abnormal, it's just different."

Lu Yinxi pulled the corners of her lips and smiled: "Sometimes, if you are different from most people, you are a different kind, and they will be regarded as abnormal."

The smile looked a little bitter.

Jian Qing said, "I won't."

The implication is that there is no need to pretend in front of her.

Lu Yinxi looked into Jian Qing's eyes and didn't speak for a while.

Jian Qing looked down at her, but didn't speak again.

The wrist was entangled in the cold softness, and the pulse was bouncing, beating against the cold palm of the man.

The person who circled her wrist must feel it.

After silently staring at each other for a long time, Lu Yinxi realized later that the man seemed to be tactfully comforting her, so he said, "Thank you..."

Jian Qing stared at Lu Yinxi's still red eye sockets, then looked down at her feet.

The feet are white and slender, and they step on the floor naked.

The floor is very clean, but Jian Qing has a bit of a cleanliness.

"Wash your feet and go to bed." Throwing these four words, she let go of Lu Yinxi's wrist, didn't pursue the matter of slapping her face and cutting her palm by mistake, and floated back to the room like a ghost.

Lu Yinxi watched her leave, raised his left hand, and looked at his wrist.

There were a few finger marks left on the wrist, which were very shallow and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The cold and delicate touch on the skin is imprinted in the bottom of my heart, and it will last for a long time.

Lu Yinxi lowered his arms, no need to act, all the fragility in his eyes faded away, leaving only calmness.

The moonlight is clear outside the window, and the red plums reflect the white snow.

Lu Yinxi still didn't care to appreciate it.

Thinking of the ending in the book, she was imprisoned in a villa and forced to commit suicide, and her body was buried under a plum tree to make flower fertilizer, so she couldn't appreciate it.

Looking at the red plum blossoms, it seems as if you can smell a faint smell of blood.

Lu Yinxi rubbed the bridge of his nose, clicked on the electronic screen on the wall, and the curtains closed automatically, blocking the red plums and white snow from sight.

She doesn't have a cleanliness fetish, but she has a quirk - she likes to take a hot bath when she's flustered.

Lu Yinxi groped to the changing room, picked out a white nightgown, found the bathroom, and took off the original owner's **** red nightgown.

Turn on the shower, pour hot water down your head, and pour it all over your body. Lu Yinxi wiped his face and stood in the dense water vapor to meditate.

She really hoped that all this was a dream, that she would still be in her own bed when she woke up.

But if it wasn't a dream, and she really went to another world, then it's useless to complain, and it's useless to be afraid. I can only calm down, stay away from dangerous people, save my life, and wait for the time to return to reality.

How to leave, when to leave, need to plan step by step.

The warm water rinsed the body over and over again, washing away the strong perfume smell of the original owner, and gradually washing away Lu Yinxi's uneasy mood.

After taking a shower and drying himself, Lu Yinxi put on his nightgown, walked to the sink in front of the mirror, picked up the water, and rinsed his mouth continuously to wash away the faint smell of blood that lingered in his mouth.

The image of the ice cube picking up her chin and smearing blood on her lips was still in her mind, **** and perverted.

Lu Yinxi disliked her extremely, and her affection for Jian Qing went from being infinitely high in bed to now infinitely lower.

After rinsing his mouth, Lu Yinxi wiped off the moisture from the mirror, stared intently at the face in the mirror, and froze.

This face is exactly the same as her in reality, only a few years younger.

In his early twenties, he is beautiful, clean and free from dust.

With such a pure and unaffected face, it looks very clean and self-sufficient, how could it be possible to be taken care of?

While cursing in his heart, Lu Yinxi blew his hair until it was seven percent dry.

After drying her hair, she returned to the living room.

The villa is equipped with floor heating, and the room temperature is acceptable. She doesn't want to sleep next to that ice cube, and plans to sleep on the sofa for the night.

As she lay down, she saw the rest of the sterile gauze and hand sanitizer gel on the table.

Turned over, facing the back of the sofa, not looking.

When you see those, you will think of that cold woman and her profession.

Lu Yinxi is no stranger to the profession of doctor.

Both her parents were professors at the medical school and doctors at the university hospital.

Nowadays, it is popular to ridicule that "persuading people to study medicine and lightning strikes from the sky", but some children from doctors' families still choose to study medicine under the influence of their ears and eyes.

Lu Yinxi is no exception. After the college entrance examination, he voluntarily filled in a clinical medicine major, and was finally admitted to the medical school where his parents were.

In the eight-year clinical medicine program, I studied consecutively with my doctorate. In the first five years, I studied everything in internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, and pediatrics. In the sixth year, I began to choose a tutor and a department.

When she was a freshman, she made a good career plan and selected the field of oncology as her future research direction.

It's a pity that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. In the summer vacation after her sophomore year, she was a trainee in the oncology department and encountered some accidents, which changed the trajectory of her life ever since.

The past is vivid in his mind. Lu Yinxi thought that he would never touch people and things in the medical field except seeing a doctor and taking medicine in his life. Unexpectedly, he met Jian Qing.

Although she has not embarked on the road of no return to medicine, she always has a strange feeling for doctors who are engaged in oncology.

That was her dream, and it was her life's regret.

Lu Yinxi turned around, stared at the gauze and hands on the table for a long time, turned over and sat up last, dragged out the medicine box, and walked to the master bedroom.

The light in the bedroom was on, and Jian Qing was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, without gloomy and cold eyes, with thick long eyelashes, and a peaceful sleeping appearance, just like the Sleeping Beauty who came out of a fairy tale.

Just now under the moonlight, looking at her with a charming filter, she is like a piece of flawless jade lying in the snow.

Now that I know the direction of the plot and look at it again, she is like a beautiful snake lying in a secluded forest, the kind with venom.

Lu Yinxi wished he could step forward.

Reason persuaded her.

She saw the dagger that had been polished again shining brightly on the bedside.

Lu Yinxi carried the medicine box and walked in lightly.

She wanted Jian Qing to re-treat the cut wound on her left palm to prevent the wound from becoming infected.

Unexpectedly, the ice cube fell asleep again.

Are you so sleepy?

Lu Yinxi stood by the bed, looking down at the person on the bed, hesitating whether to wake her up.

While hesitating, his eyes glanced at her hands that had fallen outside the quilt.

Her left hand was wrapped round and round with gauze. The wound, which had stopped bleeding, cracked again after being squeezed. The blood soaked the gauze and stained the gauze red. Now the wound has adhered to the dressing.

Her right hand has distinct joints, long and slender fingers, and round fingers without a trace of nails. The skin on the back of the hand is paler than other places, and there are a few small holes cracked by frost.

Such a hand actually made Lu Yinxi feel a sense of intimacy.

She had seen many hands like this in the hospital.

Every winter, the hands of medical staff are not very good-looking.

The Department of Infectious Diseases of the hospital emphasizes hand hygiene every three days. Hand washing is required during ward rounds, changing dressings, and touching patients. At the end of a day, at least a hundred times of hand washing is required.

The hands of medical workers will, in all likelihood, peel off, become chapped, and develop chilblains in winter. Over time, they become rough and rough to the touch.

Many people will put on a thick layer of hand cream when they sleep, as a protection.

Why doesn't this guy wipe some when he sleeps?

She vaguely felt that this ice cube didn't care about her very much, and always looked indifferent and didn't care about anything. She didn't say a word when it hurt, and just endured it silently.

I don't know what I have experienced, so I put a dagger beside the bed to accompany me to sleep.

Lu Yinxi turned his gaze to the dagger on the bedside table, trying to recall more plot details about Jian Qing, but he couldn't remember anything.

If I had known it would be transmigrated into the book, I shouldn't have skipped to read it last night. Even if I read it completely, I wouldn't be like now, looking at everything like flowers in a fog, hazy.

Lu Yinxi sighed, and took out an ointment for removing blood stasis and relieving pain from the medicine box. After reading the instructions carefully, he unscrewed the lid, squeezed some ointment onto a cotton swab, and leaned over to gently apply it on Jian Qing's face.

The slap marks are mainly due to rupture of subcutaneous capillaries, causing blood stasis. Ice compresses in a short period of time are sufficient to promote capillary contraction, and generally no additional medication is required.

But Lu Yinxi had a soft heart and guilt—the slap was too hard.

She can still feel a numb pain in her left palm, not to mention the red and swollen right cheek of the person in front of her.

She is also fortunate that the other party is a woman, not an animal that thinks from the lower body, and her aggressiveness and oppression are much lower than that of men. Then she found a blanket and wrapped it up for her, and went out to cover her face in silence...

It doesn't look too bad.

At least, not so bad for now.

After the ointment was evenly applied, Lu Yinxi stretched out his finger, and lightly poked Jian Qing's cheek as a small revenge, then withdrew his hand, and was about to stand up, when his cheek was suddenly covered with a layer of cold touch.

Lu Yinxi froze, his eyes fell on Jian Qing's face.

Jian Qing on the bed touched Lu Yinxi's cheek, moved her lips, and said two words coldly:

"Sleep with you."