Fu Nanli still called in a lot of doctors. In the VIP ward, expert chief doctors were standing in the whole room. If you didn't know, you would think that there was a patient with some difficult and complicated disease in this ward.
Wen Qiao was lying there, and the nurse came over to change her dressing. More than a dozen doctors were surrounding the bed, and her waist was being watched by more than a dozen doctors. Fu Nanli's expression gradually became abnormal.
The wound lay vertically on her right waist. The nurse gently and carefully removed the gauze. Blood stuck to the gauze, and the flesh was gently pulled up. Beads of sweat rolled down Wen Qiao's forehead.
Fu Nanli held her hand tightly: "It will be fine soon."
She could even smile and comfort him: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt much."
Of course she was just showing off. How could she not feel pain when she was a flesh and blood body? He held her head in his arms, not letting her see her wound.
Wen Qiao's sweat was all over his shirt. His hand was tightly held by her. Because his skin was too white, the blue veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.
The dean stood in front of Fu Nanli with his hands behind his back and said, "Mr. Fu, the patient's injury is indeed not serious. The bleeding was stopped in time during the treatment, and he did not go into shock due to excessive blood loss. It is a common injury. He can be discharged from the hospital after two days of observation if the wound does not become inflamed. The dressing needs to be changed every day and the wound cannot be exposed to water. You don't need to worry too much."
Fu Nanli waved his hand and asked them to leave.
After changing the medicine, Wen Qiao lay back down in her original position. Fu Nanli took a cotton towel and wiped the sweat off her forehead.
"That Fang Duo, she was tied up so she was tied up, why should we save her?"
Wen Qiao closed her eyes in pain: "I'm just worried that I'll be wrongly accused. Last time she injured her hand, all the blame was directed at me. If she gets hurt again this time, I won't be able to clear myself."
"Wen Qiao..."
Wen Qiao opened his eyes and answered him softly: "What's wrong?"
"Do you know how many people are there on the other side? Do you know what you are going to face? Do you know whether you can get away with her or be detained if you go there?"
Wen Qiao: "So I sent you a message. I wasn't very impulsive."
“Isn’t this impulsive?”
"I think I'm calm."
Young Master Fu was so angry that he went berserk. If she hadn't been injured, he would have been spanked.
"If you encounter such a thing again, it's best not to encounter it. If you really encounter it, tell me or call the police. No one's life is worth your bravery."
Wen Qiao lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I understand."
She didn't say anything about the pentagram.
What kind of person is Fu Nanli in Wen Qiao's eyes
In Wen Qiao's eyes, Fu Nanli is a top student who graduated from the world's top universities, a rare genius pilot in the aviation industry, the prince of the chaebol Fu family, and the only son. Because of his wealthy family and the lack of competitors, although he looks domineering and strong, he should be very simple.
Yes, she felt that Fu Nanli had never seen the world and the darkness of human nature. Such a person must be naive.
She didn't know how serious her uncle's matter was, and she didn't want Fu Nanli to be involved. She wanted to protect that innocence.
Mr. Fu: …
What is pure? Can you eat it? These two words are not in my dictionary.
Fu Nanli fed her breakfast. Just after she finished, when he was wiping the corner of her mouth, there was a knock on the door. Fu Nanli frowned slightly, and saw a head poking in at the door. Fang Duo walked in with a bouquet of flowers in her arms.
(End of this chapter)