Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Vice-President Sun asked the head of surgery, Dr. Wu.

It has been more than 30 years since I became the chief surgeon, and he hasn't treated such a small wound, and he feels bewildered.

But he didn't dare to complain. After all, his salary was from the Jiang family, and he was not embarrassed to ask the nurse to come and wash and dress the wounds of the patients himself.

"Is it serious?"

Jiang Zhi's eyes pierced Xufang's face.

Dr. Wu's hands tremble when he stares at him: "It's just a skin injury."

Jiang Zhi did not go back to the hospital bed and lay down. He moved a chair to sit next to Zhou Xufang. He was still infusion. He didn't care about the needle on the back of his hand, he was patting the little **** the back, and he didn't know what to do. child.

He asked again: "Will there be scars?"

"..."

Does Young Master Jiang have any misunderstandings about skin trauma?

Dr. Wu patiently explained: "There will be no scars, just a very small opening." After removing the poison, rubbing the medicine, and then sticking the gauze, it takes three minutes before and after, "Okay."

Jiang Zhi distinguished the gaze on the girl's face, and glanced at Doctor Wu: "Is that all right?"

if not?

"The medicine is not prescribed?" His eyes were sharp, dissatisfied.

Dr. Wu felt a little bit cold on the back of his neck, and he touched it, "No need to prescribe medicine." It's really just a very small wound...

Jiang Zhi directly ignored him: "Vice-Choice Sun, please change me a doctor."

Head of Surgery: "..."

Vice-Yuan Sun: "..." I don't know how to put it, so I glanced at the injured girl.

The little girl is a good talker.

She said, "No, when the doctor comes over, the wound will heal on her own."

It makes sense.

Dr. Wu and Vice-Yun Sun both nodded and agreed.

Jiang Zhi said: "You go out."

"Call me again if you have something." Vice- Yuan Sun took his leader and quickly slid away.

"You go out too."

A night: "Oh."

Ah Wan also went out, closed the door of the ward, and then thought for three seconds, still put his ear on the door, the hospital was soundproofed, and he heard Miss Zhou's voice.

"Are you angry?" Zhou Xufang felt that he was angry, his expression was severe.

Jiang Zhi got up from the chair, pushed his infusion stand, and went to the hospital bed. He lay down: "Who asked you to block it for me?"

The tone is like reprimand.

Well, I'm really angry.

However, Zhou Xufang didn't know why he was angry: "We are good friends." She said it for granted, and said it solemnly, "For the sake of friends, I don't hesitate to stab at it."

She learned this sentence from Jiang Zhi's movies.

Zhou Xufang felt very right, and he deserves to be shot by Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi: "..."

He is even more angry!

The kind that doesn't coax well.

Zhou Xufang's emotional intelligence was so low that he didn't want to talk to her anymore.

"Jianzhi."

Jiang Zhi refused to agree.

Zhou Xufang was a little anxious, and stepped forward: "Jiang Zhi."

She called him quietly, to please.

She would not please others, just like coaxing a child, she took snacks in front of him and held them in her hands: "Can you eat jelly?"

Don't eat.

"What about cotton candy?"

Don't eat!

Jiang Zhi just looked at her.

The meaning is clear, he wants to coax.

Zhou Xufang tilted his head and didn't know what to do. At this time, ice particles began to appear outside, ticking on the window.

She put down the snacks: "Are you cold, Jiang Zhi?" She went and brought a warm baby over, squatting on the hospital bed, like a black mushroom, "If you are cold, I will warm you baby."

How can it be so cute.

She didn't know it yet, she spoke serious and looked at people seriously.

Jiang Zhi was so heartbroken by her kindergarten-level coaxing methods, and she was reluctant to train her. This unsqueaky little girl, this little girl who used to use her back to help people block the glass, will be slow in the future. Teach her slowly and teach her to care more about herself.

Fortunately, he is bad enough, and his heart is too kind.

He turned his back, opened the quilt, and exposed his back to her: "Put me on my waist."

"it is good."

A warm baby, she coaxed Jiang Zhi.

Zhou Xufang thinks that Jiang Zhi is the best tempered person in the world. Mr. Lin Dazhuang actually falsely accused Lai Jiangzhi, saying that he has a bad temper, and Mr. Lin Dazhuang is a bit too much.

At the door, Lin Dazhuang: "..."

Boom!

In the middle of the night, there was sudden lightning and thunder.

As soon as Xiao Linshu put Jiang Weier on the bed, she woke up and opened her eyes, because they were still red and swollen after crying for a long time.

She called him dumbly: "Lin Shu."

Xiao Linshu put her in the quilt and covered her well: "Yeah."

"Just had a dream."

"What did you dream about?"

Her eyes were astringent and a little uncomfortable, and she rubbed: "Dreaming about the first time I saw you."

It was her birthday that day.

Xiao Linshu took her hand away, wet the water with a towel, and gently wiped her eyes. He said, his voice was flat and gentle: "That day is also my sister's birthday."

This is the first time that Xiao Linshu talked about his sister.

All the lights in his eyes melted in, and the fine shadows were gentle: "She is fifteen years younger than me. She looks like my mother. She is a very beautiful child and very well-behaved. The nurses and doctors in the hospital are very good. like her."

He said the hospital.

His sister is sick.

Jiang Weier sat up: "Where is she now?" Xiao Linshu had never told her about his family. Every time she asked, he only said that he had no family.

He didn't mention it, she didn't ask if she was afraid of poking his wound.

He put the towel down, soaked it in hot water, wringed it dry and wiped her hands, his tone was surprisingly calm, and he said, "My sister, she died."

Jiang Weier was stunned.

"The day we met for the second time was the day she was buried."

When his sister died, she was less than eleven years old. His parents were not there, and she had a funeral by herself. He had no relatives or friends. After a few glasses of wine, he went to work.

He thought it would be his last work, and he retreated after the filming, but she appeared, bursting in with her body full of light.

Jiang Weier remembered the day when they met at the Taekwondo Gym. At that time, she thought, how could there be such a contradictory person in the world, who is obviously gentle and kind to everyone, but her eyes are very sad, as if she is desperate for the world.

It turned out that his sister was buried that day.

"Is it because..." She couldn't ask.

Xiao Linshu nodded, knowing what she wanted to ask.

"My sister has a bad heart and needs to be raised in the hospital." He smiled and laughed at herself, "She has a bad life, and she has a useless brother like me. I can't save her."

There was a long pause.

He lowered his head and said, "Jin Song gave life-saving money."

He talked a lot, he said a lot, quietly and straightforwardly, as if he was telling other people's stories.

At that time, he was just an adult. His parents were in danger, and one died and the other was injured. He spent all the savings in the family. In fact, his mother was rescued, but there was still a seriously ill sister in need of treatment, so she personally pulled out the ventilator.

After his parents passed away, all relatives left him out. He was still young, and the most valuable thing on his body was his immature body.

Jin Song was very cunning. He signed a contract with him. The money and resources provided could only save his life and would not give him a chance to be full of wings. It dragged him for eight years.

He put down the cold towel, grabbed her hand and put it in the quilt: "My sister didn't wait for a suitable heart. After death, I originally wanted to terminate the contract."

Then she appeared.

Ten years as a slave, the first eight years for his sister, and the next two years for his selfishness.

"Jin Song has a video in his hand, I'm afraid you will know it." He also grabbed her hand and used a lot of force, "I am selfish."

Her eyes were red again, and even if he said so calmly, she knew what he had been living in these long ten years.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"I can not."

"Why not dare?"

He was silent for a long time: "I'm afraid you think I am dirty."

She suddenly stopped talking.

"Vill."

She reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Xiao Linshu held down her hand: "Ville."

"Let me see."

He shook his head: "The injury is healed."

She did not let go, and continued to pull his buttons: "Let me see."

"Don't look." His voice was low, as if begging, "Ville, I'm dirty."

He wrote all his self-rejection in his eyes, and his dazzling weakness and hatred were also written in his eyes.

Regardless of it, Jonville shouted at him with red eyes: "I want to see, I want to see."

He hesitated for a while.

"it is good."

He released his hand and let her unbutton the shirt. Below the collarbone, there were a lot of marks, some were healed, some still had scars, some were hot cigarette butts, some were whips.

No wonder, he never touched her in the past two years.

"What made this?"

The wound was on the chest, about five centimeters long, and Jiang Weier covered it with his fingers and gently rubbed it.

Xiao Linshu thought for a while: "It's been too long, I don't remember."

Can not remember……

What an understatement, forced her tears out, she leaned over, her lips pressed against the scar: "Not dirty."

Looking up at Xiao Linshu's eyes, Jiang Weier said, "You are not dirty at all."

Every word is cherished and important.

He hugged her, still showing weakness: "Ville, I'm afraid..."

The next day, it was stormy.

The winter in the imperial capital is always like this, the bitter cold, this year's rain and snow are more arrogant than in previous years, and the next one will never end.

Four p.m.

Just after Jin Song got off the TV talk show, the secretary came over and said, "Vice President, Jin Dong went to see the Xue family."

His brother really wanted to kill him.

Jin Song sorted the cuffs of his suit as he walked: "Who is in the Xue family?"

The secretary replied: "San Ye Xue."

The Chinese medicine practitioner of Xue family?

The Jin family and the Xue family had no contact before. It was on the cusp of the Jin's civil strife that Jin Lei could not do unnecessary things, and did not know what he was making.

"Go and check that Xue Sanye."

Two people walked out in the nearby video studio.

"Vill," it is Fang Ideal, who has just finished recording a variety show and has not removed his makeup, "I'm fine here, and your complexion is very bad. Go back and rest."

Jiang Weier said, "No."

As soon as she looked up, she saw Jin Song approaching.

Jiang Weier and Jin Song have had several ties, at some high-end cocktail parties.

Jin Song stepped forward, dressed in suits and shoes, "Long time no see, Miss Jiang Wu."

Jiang Weier looked at each other coldly.

His eyes were meaningful, and he stared at each other for a moment before passing by.

"Forgot to ask," he stopped abruptly and sneered, "Lin Shu tastes good, although it is bad for me, but—"

Jiang Weier couldn't listen to it at all, and didn't hold back his temper. He picked up the fire extinguisher on the ground and slammed it on his head.

Fang Ideal is so stupid, there is no time to pull.

Suddenly, his head broke blood.

This is the real Jiangweier, presumptuous and publicistic.

It was just after five o'clock, and the sky outside was dark, and the lights of thousands of houses and neon all over the street came out. Looking out from a high place, the world was full of fireworks.

Jiang Zhi looked out the window and didn't know what he was thinking. Perhaps because of the cooling, his lung problems could not be cured in one or two days. He had been coughing badly for the past two days, and he just coughed up some blood. He looked ugly now. As white as paper.

Xue Bingxue gave him acupuncture: "Your second aunt came here yesterday."

Come check his illness.

Jiang Zhi was absent-minded: "Yeah." Asked Ah Wan, "What time is it?"

Ah Wan checked the time and replied, "Five forty-three."

From three o'clock in the afternoon, I began to ask the time repeatedly.

Oh, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Miss Zhou who applied the film left, went home to wash, and said she would be back at six. As soon as Miss Zhou left, the soul of the employer was gone.

Ah Wan felt that this wave of symptoms for the employer was a bit overdone. He thought it might be a kind of illness. He had watched a kimchi drama before. The male protagonist just liked the female protagonist too much, and then fell ill. Locked up, staying together day and night, Ah Wan felt that the employers also had symptoms of illness.

Xue Bingxue was still talking about business, with a straight face and serious expression: "Qin Shiyu has also adjusted your medical record."

Jiang Zhi is still not in his soul: "Yeah."

"Nothing should be found. The hospital is all yours."

Jiang Zhi said.

The whole soul does not guard the house.

Xue Bingxue opened his clothes, put on gloves, and pressed his heart and lungs: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Zhi: "It doesn't hurt."

"The situation is fine." After listening with a stethoscope for a while, Xue Bingxue said: "I should be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

"Live first."

I don't want to be discharged for the time being. How could his little girl be so behaved to report every day.

Jiang Zhi looked at Ah Wan again: "What time is it?"

Can't stand it! Ah Wan annoyed him a little: "You just asked!"

Jiang Zhi's cold noodles, his eyes full of peach blossoms frozen: "What time is it?"

Ah Wan, who succumbed to the lewdness of his employer, said: "5:45."

Jiang Zhi felt a little unhappy, staring at the pair of pink rabbit-head slippers on the ground, why didn't she come!

He didn't know when the stinky illness was raised. When he couldn't see her, he felt a little flustered in his heart. He couldn’t wait any longer, so he dialed a call, but—

she was! No! Take it!

"Ms. Zhou won't answer?" Ah Wan looked at his beautiful skin, and the coldness became heavier, and said, "It may be inconvenient to answer the phone. You can send a WeChat to try."

Jiang Zhi threw the phone away, grabbed a handful of misty blue hair, tore a piece of warm baby, and threw it into the trash can: "Why should I send it?" His tone became worse and worse, "I can't live without her, right? ?"

Ah Wan: "..." Did he say something?

Besides, it's just inseparable!

Jiang Zhi snorted and tore another piece of warm baby, all posted by Zhou Xufang, and he threw it into the trash can.

Then, after ten seconds--

He picked up his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhou Xufang, sending five voices in a row.

"Zhou Xufang." A bit fierce.

"It's almost six o'clock!" Very fierce!

"You said come back at six." The tone eased again.

"Where are you?" The tone softened.

"Where?" Finally, behaved.

Ah Wan: "..."

He was sure that the employer was just as crazy as the hero of the kimchi drama!

Jiang Zhi sent out five voices in a row, and no one responded after waiting for more than ten seconds. At first, Zhou Xufang was annoyed by Zhou Xufang.

He sent another: "Why didn't you go back to the hospital?"

Waited for four or five seconds, no response.

He said anxiously: "You answer me."

Finally, Zhou Xufang replied: "I'm outside."

Jiang Zhi asked: "What are you doing outside?"

Asked again: "Going to work again?"

Zhou Xufang was typing, and the speed was slow, showing that he was typing for a long time, and then he sent a simple two words: "Something happened."

It was so simple that Jiang Zhi felt she was perfunctory.

Jiang Zhi: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Xufang: "."

Jiang Zhi: "Zhou Xu Fang."

Zhou Xufang: "."

Jiang Zhi:...

Can't talk anymore!

So disobedient, I want to catch her and take a bite!

With a bang, he threw the phone on the table, tore up all the warm babies that Xufang posted on his body, and got up from the hospital bed: "I want to go out."

Xue Bingxue took off his gloves and snorted him: "You just said you want to stay a few more days."

"Go arrest people."

Jiang Zhi just pulled out the needle and the cell phone on the cabinet rang. He thought Zhou Xufang had bright eyes, and he picked it up immediately, and his face turned dark again when he saw the electricity.

"what's up?"

Talked over the phone for a while.

Jiang Zhi asked: "What's the attitude of the old lady?"

It was a call from the old house of the Jiang family.

"Watch it." Jiang Zhi hung up the phone and said to Xue Bingxue, "My aunt is at the police station."

Xue Bingxue became anxious when he heard this: "What's the matter with Will?"

"She beat Jin Song, and the beast is going to sue her now." Jiang Zhi took the coat that A Wan had handed over, "and my old lady has spoken, no one is allowed to go fishing."

Mrs. Jiang was waiting, waiting for Xiao Linshu to bow her head.

In the evening, the rain stopped.

Under the street lights outside the police station, the silhouettes were long and slanted. It had just rained, the water vapor was heavy, the air was foggy, and the lights passed through the hazy, like mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"How do you agree to withdraw the lawsuit?"

Under the lamp, Xiao Lin's eyes were covered with frost.

Jin Song also wrapped a bandage on his head, and looked at him with a smile. He looked good, but his eyes were lightly pointed and seven-pointed, "I really like her?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Jin Song smiled even more, and there were slight fine lines on the corners of her eyes: "Didn't you say that you just liked her status as the fifth oldest in the Jiang family?"

Xiao Linshu said nothing, his eyes cold.

Jin Song grabbed a smile, took out a cigar from his pocket and clicked it on: "You have been with me for so many years, and you have no affection and affection. Listen to me, protect yourself, the old lady of the Jiang family. That's amazing, you are not her opponent."

"Are you here for the Jiang family?"

He sent people into the bureau, not only to vent his anger, but also to have other plans.

Jin Song did not deny, nor did he conceal the contempt and disdain in his eyes: "Look, this is the gap between you and Jiang Weier. Needless to say, the capital of Jiang Wei, you don't even have the capital to negotiate with me."

Xiao Linshu glared, his eyes full of fire.

At that time, the 18-year-old boy had hardened his wings. Jin Song shook his soot: "Lin Shu, remember, people are not for themselves, and the earth will die."

He pinched his cigar and Jin Song left.

Xiao Linshu stood under the street lamp for a long time and took out his mobile phone: "Mrs. Jiang, it's me, Xiao Linshu."

Jin Song's secretary was waiting on the opposite road. The car stopped by the side of the road. He got out of the car when he saw people coming.

"Vice President." The secretary opened the door for him, "Back to the company?"

Jin Song got in the car: "Help me make an appointment with Xue Sanye."

The secretary had already started the car. Just after answering, a shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. He was shocked and immediately slammed on the brakes.

The car stopped suddenly and Jin Song leaned forward.

"How do you drive?"

"Vice President, someone."

Immediately following--

There was the rubbing sound of metal objects on the ground, getting closer and louder, and when the night fell, everything was completely silent, and the sound seemed extremely crippled.

Jin Song looked out of the car window and saw a vague outline. The man was dressed in black and his hat was so big that he almost covered his entire face. Only two eyeballs were left, shining.

Unable to see men and women, he dragged an iron rod in his hand and walked out of the darkness.

Jin Song's nerves were tense, and his voice trembled unconsciously: "Who are you?"

"Come down."

The voice was cold, it was a woman.

"you--"

She interrupted: "I am impermanent." The voice was cold and emotionless, "I'm here to kill you."

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