After Mr. Wen made his position clear, he didn't want to say anything more to Wen Haowen, and hurriedly sent Wen Xinya to the hospital with Lao Tao.
The doctor carefully examined Wen Xinya's wound and looked at her pale, almost transparent face, which was weak and strong without showing any pain: "Are you dizzy? Do you feel like vomiting?"
Wen Xinya held her forehead and said, "Yeah!"
The doctor frowned slightly and said, "It may be a mild concussion. We will need to take an X-ray later."
After that, he continued to check the wound: "The wound is very deep, and there is too much blood loss. I'm afraid it will need stitches."
Wen Xinya remained calm and said nothing, but Old Man Wen asked nervously, "Will the stitches leave scars?"
"Of course there will be scars. I will try my best to sew the wound smoothly. If you take good care of it, the scar can be faded. If you apply some concealer makeup on a daily basis, it won't be visible and it won't affect your appearance." The doctor was very annoyed because he met a strange patient yesterday who was crying and wailing for life just for a minor skin injury and had to do a disability assessment. Today, when he saw this little girl with such a deep wound and she didn't say a word, he couldn't help but like her and said a few more words to her.
"Thank you, doctor!" Wen Xinya heard the doctor's kindness and thanked him while trying to suppress the pain in her wound.
The doctor nodded: "It will be painful when the stitches are done. I will give you local anesthesia first."
Mr. Wen naturally had no objection.
Wen Xinya, however, endured the dizziness and pain and said, "Doctor, no need, just sew it up! I can bear it."
Because in her previous life, Wen Xinya was resistant to drugs like anesthetics, so she tried not to use them if possible. Besides, she suffered from the torture and destruction of drugs in her previous life, so how could she not be able to bear such a little pain
The doctor was a little stunned: "Stitching is no joke. If you can't bear the pain and it affects my stitching, the wound will not be stitched well and the scar will be very serious."
Wen Xinya accepted the doctor's kindness with a smile: "I don't want to use anesthesia. Anesthetics have an impact on the brain nerves. I am still young and the impact may not be significant, but as I get older, the impact will gradually show up."
When the doctor heard this, he stopped trying to persuade her.
Old Master Wen was terrified: "Xinya, why don't you just listen to the doctor? Local anesthesia won't have much impact on your body."
Wen Xinya said: "Grandpa, I can bear it."
In the end, Mr. Wen couldn't persuade Wen Xinya, so he had to let her go.
After the doctor disinfected the needle and thread, he began to sew her wound. When the first stitch was inserted, Wen Xinya shrank because she was not used to the sudden pain. Her hands suddenly clenched into fists, but she tried to relax her body and cooperate with the doctor in sewing.
There was silence in the medical room. For a brief moment, Wen Xinya heard the hissing sound of the needle piercing into the flesh and pulling the thin thread at the wound. She groaned and suddenly grabbed the edge of the bed with force. The veins on the back of her hand were prominent, and her forehead was instantly covered with sweat, which rolled down her beautiful face.
The doctor's movements were quick and meticulous, and the wound was sewn up in five minutes at most. After finishing, he couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his face. He couldn't help but admire this little girl. Even an adult couldn't do what she did, enduring the pain while trying to relax her body to cooperate with the stitches.
Old Master Wen looked at Wen Xinya who had just finished getting stitches, her face looked pale and miserable, and he felt heartbroken.
After the wound was treated, Wen Xinya went to check her brain again. Finally, it was confirmed that Wen Xinya's injury was not too serious. Because of excessive blood loss, she needed to adjust and rest well. However, because she had a mild concussion, she needed to stay in the hospital for three days before being discharged.
Wen Xinya couldn't sleep because of the pain from her wound. She simply told him about Su Jinshan's visit. When Mr. Wen saw her, his expression softened. What kind of woman was Su Jinshan? She was strong and overbearing. How could she be so easy to get along with? She was actually controlled by her granddaughter.
If she hadn't been at a loss, why would she have filed a complaint with Wen Haowen and caused all this trouble
He still underestimated his granddaughter. She was patient, calm, resourceful, and had a clear vision. She had planned today since Jiang Ruoyin posted on the forum, so she stood still and watched those jumping clowns. The harder they jumped, the greater the backlash they would suffer in the future.
Old Master Wen looked at her with satisfaction and said, "You've done a great job. No matter who bullies you, just beat them back. If you get into trouble, I, an old man, will take care of it."
At this time, Mr. Mo pushed the door open, his face was cold, his eyes were deep, and his old eyes were pursed into a straight line. This expression made the wrinkles on his face much less than usual.
Seeing Mr. Mo, Mr. Wen was a little embarrassed and said, "Xinya's wound has just been treated. The doctor said it's nothing serious."
Old Master Mo nodded with a slightly gloomy expression, his eyes falling on Wen Xinya who was half lying on the hospital bed. Her face was pale, still retaining the transparency and weakness from losing too much blood, her whole person was like a fragile glass doll.
Wen Xinya's smile was pale but bright: "Grandpa, I'm really fine. The doctor said I can be discharged after three days of observation. Don't worry about me!"
Hearing her weak words with a coquettish tone, Mr. Mo's cold mood eased: "Your father hit you, and you don't know how to hide? Why are you so stupid? Do you still expect him to care about your family affection?"
Although these words were spoken explicitly to her, they were actually meant for her grandfather to hear. If her father didn't love her, at least she, as a grandfather, should protect her!
Mr. Wen is a smart man. How could he not hear Mr. Mo's roundabout words? He was immediately embarrassed and speechless.
Wen Xinya smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Grandpa, this was just an accident. I will be more careful next time."
Naturally, she would not say in front of grandfather that it was Ning Shuqian who tripped her up, so she fell so badly. If she told grandfather, grandfather would definitely give an explanation, and Wen Haowen would be caught in the middle. If things went wrong, Wen Haowen might really become estranged from grandfather. Without being wary of grandfather, Wen Haowen would certainly not have any restraint and would be manipulated by Ning Shuqian everywhere, looking for trouble with her.
Mr. Mo did not continue to pester him. He sat down beside the bed and asked in a low voice, "Does the wound still hurt? Is there any discomfort anywhere?"
Wen Xinya shook her head and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt much."
Old Master Mo looked at the thick gauze on her forehead with distress. The white color was no whiter than her face. "When you are discharged from the hospital, stay at the Mo family for a while. Let Mother Jiang and Mother He take good care of you."
Although Mr. Wen was dissatisfied, he did not object. After all, compared to him, Old Man Mo only had Xinya as a relative, and it was only right for Xinya to spend more time with him.