Qiao Nian lifted the sleeve of her right arm and looked down at the wound on her arm. A little flesh and blood was exposed, and there was some dust on the edge of the wound. It looked shocking, but she didn't feel anything special except the pain.
I put my sleeves down, nodded, and said calmly, "Thank you, doctor, I don't need anesthesia."
The female doctor didn't expect that she would decide not to use anesthesia so quickly without even a second's consideration. Instead, she was stunned for a second, then came to her senses, nodded, and told the nurse to prepare the things needed for suturing. She stood up and said, "Okay, you wait for me in the next clinic. I'll wash my hands and come right over."
"good."
Qiao Nian stood up and pulled down his sleeves, looking as if nothing had happened. He pursed his lips and prepared to open the door with his uninjured left hand.
Almost at the same time, the door was pushed open from the outside.
She was bumping into someone coming in.
The man's body smelled of a mixture of sweat and mint, which was quite hot. It was obvious that Ye Wangchuan had rushed over in a hurry and was driving very fast along the way.
"Are you okay?"
It was the first time that Qiao Nian saw him so upset. She was stunned for a moment, shrugged her shoulders, and shook her right arm in a relaxed manner: "It's okay, my arm is broken."
Seeing that she could still smile, Ye Wangchuan checked Qiao Nian from head to toe without saying anything. After confirming that only her right arm was injured and the rest of her body was fine, he felt a little relieved, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know who did it?"
Qiao Nian only felt that the places where his fingertips touched were like a prairie fire burning on her skin. She stepped back and raised her head slightly. The contours of her face were smooth and unrestrained. Her eyes were a little wild, very flamboyant, and a little lazy: "I don't know."
Before she finished her words, she curled her red lips again, smiled, and said with a sigh: "I only know that someone is courting death."
Jian Jin had just told her that someone had been targeting her recently.
Just then, when she was on her way back, a large truck came in the opposite direction and hit her.
The man was quite impatient, as if he was afraid that she would live one more day.
Qiao Nian didn't know who did it, but she knew there were only a few people who could do this, and she would find out who it was when the time came.
She looked like nothing had happened, or even like she didn't care that much, but Ye Wangchuan could feel the depression under the girl's body. Although Qiao Nian had been very restrained, he could still feel her irritability underneath.
He held the girl in his arms and gently stroked her back with his big hands to soothe her.
Qiao Nian didn't say anything and he didn't ask.
But he knew in his heart that the car accident was probably related to the Jiang family.
She had finally gotten away from the Qiao family who were surrounding the city, but then she ran into Jiang Xianrou and her group. Anyone would feel uncomfortable.
What’s more, it’s Qiao Nian!
She is actually very nice to the Jiang family, including Jiang Xianrou and others.
If it weren't for the blood relationship, if it were someone else, do you think Qiao Nian would have pinned Jiang Xianrou to the ground and rubbed him or her like Jiang Xianrou did
But she tolerated it again and again, but what resulted in those people's increasingly unscrupulous behavior.
Ye Wangchuan placed his hand on the girl's back, stroking it gently, as if trying to dispel the anger that was about to burst from her body.
His eyes, as deep as a cold pond, darkened, and his voice was a little low: "If this matter has anything to do with the Jiang family, don't worry about it, let me handle it."
(End of this chapter)