Wen Wenya thought that Si Yiyan was injured by Shen Mengting, and the hostility in her body seemed to turn into substance. A cold charm suddenly appeared on her usually beautiful and elegant face, which made her face extremely cold and hard. There was a bit of bone-chilling chill in his cold eyes: "Leave it to the doctor to deal with it! Your injury is more important than hers. Let me help you deal with the wound first."
Si Yiyan's thin lips curled into a pale and extremely beautiful expression: "Okay! I'll do whatever you want."
The person lying on the ground was the one who wanted to take her life. There must be a terrifying undercurrent in her heart, but she first took care of his injury. This was a kind of caring emotion.
Wen Xinya took Si Yiyan to the doctor to treat the wound.
The doctor frowned and looked at Si Yiyan's sleeves, which were darkened by blood. He frowned slightly and said, "It took you so long to treat the wound. You've lost so much blood. Don't you know it's very harmful to your body?"
"Doctor, please stop his bleeding as soon as possible." When the doctor said this, Wen Xinya knew that Si Yiyan's injury was serious. She secretly blamed herself for being careless and only focusing on her own panic and fear for not discovering Si Yiyan earlier. Injuried.
The doctor raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Xinya: "Do you still need to tell me?"
Is this his professional quality as a doctor
Wen Xinya narrowed her eyes and did not dare to speak.
A pale smile appeared on the corners of Si Yiyan's lips. He was usually such a calm and rational person, but now he was panicking and anxious. When the doctor rolled his eyes, his usual aura completely weakened. Afraid of offending the doctor, she refused to do her best to treat his wounds.
What a silly girl.
The doctor began to show his professional qualities as a doctor. He took out the scissors and quickly cut open the sleeve of Si Yiyan's injured arm. When his entire arm was exposed to the air, the air was filled with thick The smell of blood.
Only then did Wen Xinya clearly see the wound on his arm. The scar was at least a decimeter long, diagonally scratching from his arm to the elbow joint. The wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood seeped out as if it was free. The thread slid along his joints and down his arm, and it was so terrifying.
She suddenly reached out to cover her mouth. She suddenly felt dizzy. The blood on her face faded completely in an instant, and even her breathing became suffocated.
His injury was so serious!
Fortunately, he had suffered such a serious injury before, but the first thing he cared about was her emotions. He even told her with a smile that it was just a minor injury and told her not to worry. He even kissed her tears away gently and advised her not to cry. Could it be that... her tears were more important than his wounds
She shed tears, but he shed blood.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel angry at Si Yiyan! But this kind of anger was soft and lacked any momentum.
"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. I'm fine!" Si Yiyan quickly used his other good hand to hold her hand, and what he received was a wet and cold piece.
The doctor was shocked and said: "The wound is about three inches long. The bone is visible, and the soft tissue is only half injured. Young man...it only takes a little bit to make your arm half disabled! How dare you lie to your little girlfriend?" Just a minor injury.”
"Shut up!" Si Yiyan saw Wen Xinya's face getting greener and greener, and then shouted at the doctor with a dark expression.
"Shut up!" Wen Xinya's eyes turned red and she yelled at Si Yiyan. After all, she said she was fine. Wen Xin Ya really wanted to slap him in the face and ask him if it hurt.
The doctor's words cast a shadow over her heart, and her heart trembled so much that she almost... almost lost his arm. For someone of his status, this was fatal.
Si Yiyan remained silent, his seemingly clear and handsome face, but if you look closely you can see a trace of sarcasm.
The doctor glanced at Si Yiyan with some schadenfreude and continued to clean the injury on his arm.
"Does it hurt?" The pungent smell of the disinfectant made Wen Xinya's nose sour. Her eyes started to feel sour and she shed tears. She even clearly felt it when the disinfectant was used to clean his wounds. , his body was trembling slightly, and the flesh of the injured area was sizzling.
Si Yiyan wanted to say it didn't hurt, but as soon as he came into contact with her red eyes, he swallowed the words that came to his lips...
"You want to say, it's okay, it's just a small injury, it doesn't hurt, right?" Wen Wenya stared at him with a choked voice. Si Yiyan like this made her feel heartbroken.
"No, I just want to say that it hurts a little!" Si Yiyan never knew that Wen Wenya had such soft feelings, completely revealing the softest side of her heart in front of him.
Wen Xinya couldn't help but scold him: "Si Yiyan, you are such a fool."
The doctor interrupted the flirting between them once again: "The wound is a bit serious and requires stitches. Is it local anesthesia or general anesthesia?"
Si Yiyan said flatly: "No need for anesthesia!"
The doctor was shocked. A surgeon like him had never seen any kind of injury, but he had never seen an injured person who was so seriously injured and bleeding so much without even frowning. Now there is no need for anesthesia or stitches.
"Si Yiyan..." Wen Xinya thought about her head being broken by Wen Haowen before, and there was no anesthesia or stitches. The feeling was definitely the pain of having her flesh cut out, but at that time her wound was very small, and she only had a few stitches. The wound on Si Yiyan's arm was more than three inches long and required at least a dozen stitches. How could he endure it
The doctor calmed down and said, "I suggest you choose anesthesia. Your wound will require fifteen stitches and it will take at least fifteen minutes to fix. Are you sure you can bear the pain?"
Si Yiyan said calmly: "Let's start!"
Wen Xinya frowned, her face turned a little pale, and her breathing became a little heavy.
"The process will be very painful, please bear with it." The doctor picked up the medical needle on the plate and began to suture the wound. With each stitch, the doctor began to disinfect and stop the bleeding.
Si Yiyan's face was pale, with dense sweat stains on his forehead. His beautiful eyebrows were slightly ridged, like zigzag peaks, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, which suddenly hardened the lines of his beautiful face, showing a touch of strong perseverance. color.
"Doctor, he seems to be in pain. Please be gentle, gentler..." Wen Wenya held his other intact hand tightly. If his arm hadn't been stiff all the time, she might not have known that he was at this moment. What kind of pain is being endured.
She thought of the previous incident at the college forum, when he suddenly appeared in the student union of the college. The students in the college said that he was a man who was as good as gold and tin, and as good as jade.
The ancients said "cutting" to treat bone, "study" to treat ivory, "cut" to treat jade, and "grind" to treat stone. These four are hard things, which means that a man's temperament should be as tough as cutting bones. , as noble as an ivory jade, as elegant and smooth as fine jade, as firm as a stone.
However, Si Yiyan is such a person.