Mrs. Night is super sweet

The tears that had been held back for a long time fell without warning, dripping on her outstretched arms like molten iron, causing her pain.

This kind of pain is directly connected to the heart.

Seeing him crying, he looked distressed.

"I'm fine~"

She didn't look up at him, her eyes were red now, with tears in her eyes, no matter how she looked, she looked worried and sad, and she didn't have much interest in acting at this time.

"Hmm~"

In response, she didn't intend to say anything more, because she was worried, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't open her mouth at all.

Liang Zhiyuan had already been pushed into the operating room, Shen Mi was waiting at the door of the operating room, and Li Xiu was waiting for them at the door of the hospital.

Chu Xia helped Ye Siming get out of the car. Li Xiu also knew that Ye Siming was injured, so he had been waiting anxiously at the door. When he saw them, he hurried over.

"Boss! Are you okay?"

If it wasn't for Liang Zhiyuan's critical situation, he would not have left Ye Siming alone.

Ye Siming nodded: "It's okay, a little injury."

But his face was pale, and his arms were all bright red. It was indeed not a trivial matter as he said, but compared to Liang Zhiyuan, his injury was much lighter.

He quickly grabbed his other arm.

"Let's go and have the doctor show you."

Ye Siming glanced at him, because he was bleeding too much, he was really weak, so he didn't push Li Xiu away, and let him go to the hospital with his support.

Ye Siming's arm was slashed by someone with a sharp weapon, and the person who slashed had internal strength and martial arts, so it seemed like a simple cut, but the wound was actually quite deep.

If it weren't for Ye Siming's regular exercise and excellent physical fitness, if this were an ordinary person, he would have fainted from excessive blood loss.

Although the wound is not fatal, it also needs anti-inflammation, disinfection and stitches.

The doctor administered anesthesia, and was taken aback when he saw the wound.

"Injured by a sharp weapon?"

"Ok!"

The doctor's face was solemn and a little wary.

"Have you called the police?"

Li Xiu explained at the side: "It was accidentally scratched."

Those people live in the gray area all the year round. They are cold-blooded, ruthless, mysterious, and extremely skilled. They are members of the world's top killer organization. How can ordinary police catch these people.

We can't scare the snake away, let alone sacrifice more innocent people.

The doctor obviously didn't believe it after hearing this: "The wound is so deep, and it can be seen that such a deep wound can be made with great strength. How could it be done by accident?"

He is a professional surgeon, so he knew at a glance that this kind of wound could not be caused casually, and he definitely wouldn't believe it could be done by accident.

He was right, but outsiders should not be allowed to know about this matter. If it wasn't for the deep wound, they wouldn't come to the hospital because of the trouble.

Doctors have received professional training and clinical practice. This kind of injury may be fooled by ordinary people, but professionals will know it at a glance.

Li Xiuxiu wanted to explain again, but the door was pushed open from the outside, and an older doctor walked in.

"I just received a call saying that Mr. Ye was injured, how is the injury?"

The doctor saw that the dean had come in person, and then raised his head to look at Ye Siming, his heart constricted instantly, and he had the illusion that someone had put a knife on his neck.

How can this be a person, this is clearly a demon king, this kind of coercion and cold evil spirit make him very afraid.

It's so dangerous, he just said something too much, he didn't say much.

He quickly calmed down and reported Ye Siming's injury to the dean.

The dean checked Ye Siming himself, and then asked people to prepare things. He wanted to sew needles for Ye Siming himself.

After the dean came, the doctor, who had a series of questions just now, didn't dare to fart anymore, and stood quietly by the side to help the dean.

A person who can get the dean to come over in person with just a phone call, and who is so careful and respectful, is not something a little doctor like him can afford.

Moreover, he saw that Ye Siming was only in his 20s, yet he had such prestige, and the power behind it could be imagined.

The doctor was also getting more and more afraid, but fortunately he didn't say anything too much just now, and he didn't directly name his injury as a problem.

After the director carefully sewed it up, he asked him to be careful not to touch the wound, not to touch the water, not to exercise vigorously for fear of the wound opening, not to eat spicy food, not to eat cold food, etc.

The doctor also asked him to prescribe anti-inflammatory medicine for him to take back to eat, and led him to do rehabilitation infrared physiotherapy in person, a treatment that is very effective in repairing wounds.

In Ye Siming's eyes, this was just a minor injury, but in the eyes of others, it was enough to destroy the world, as if it had been swept away by a typhoon, and he would be buried with him if he was careless.

I have to be careful and careful, pay attention and pay attention, for fear of making the slightest mistake.

Ye Siming was lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by a machine specially designed to repair wounds.

Chu Xia sat beside him: "Does it still hurt?"

Ye Siming just wanted to say that it doesn't hurt, nothing happened.

But when his eyes saw her eyes full of concern, he swallowed the words again.

There was a trace of grievance and discomfort in his originally dull eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, and his voice was weak when he spoke, he really looked like a seriously injured patient.

"A little~"

His appearance and his voice made Chu Xia's heart ache.

Chu Xia quickly stood up, walked to the other side of him, and lowered her head to see his wound.

But the wound was now covered with gauze, so she couldn't see it at all.

His expression, complexion, and what he said at this moment made Chu Xia feel that he was really in pain, otherwise, with Ye Siming's personality, he would not easily admit it.

There is a little bit in his mouth, which is very painful.

"Do you want to call the doctor over?"

He saw her distressed and bewildered look, the corners of her lips could not help but rise slightly, her eyes were full of stars.

"No~"

When she looked up, he immediately put on a weak and uncomfortable look, frowned slightly, and pursed his red lips tightly.

"I don't think you're in a little pain. It's okay. This is a hospital. If you're really in pain, call the doctor to come over and have a look."

Ye Siming raised his hand, looking serious.

"You give me a blow."

Chu Xia reacted a little slower: "Huh?"

He was quite patient: "Blow it and it won't hurt."

He really looked like a child begging his parents to love him, and he stared at Chu Xia without blinking.

Chu Xia stared at him for a while, and realized that he wasn't joking with her. By some coincidence, she pulled his arm like coaxing a child, and lowered her head to gently blow on his wound.

While blowing, he asked him: "Is this better?"

Ye Siming nodded: "Well, it's much better."

Chu Xia blew again: "Is it that kind of burning pain?"

"Well, a little bit."

Chu Xia nodded: "That's it, no wonder you will feel better if you blow on it."

After blowing for a while, Chu Xia felt that her brain lacked oxygen, so she sat there to rest.

"Okay, don't brag, I'm a little hungry, go and buy me something to eat."