Qin Bei hung up the phone. Fu Nanli frowned and said, "It's just a minor injury. Why did you call her?"
Qin Bei stretched out his hand to support the back of the front seat, "You are injured, of course you have to tell her."
Fu Nanli sighed softly, "It's just a minor injury. If you say that, it will scare her."
"Your hand was pulled by the steel bar. It's not a minor injury."
Song An quickly pulled out some tissues and handed them to Fu Nanli: "Master, press them on the wound to stop the bleeding first."
Although Fu Nanli said that it was a minor injury, in fact, the steel bar pierced into the palm of his hand and blood was flowing continuously, so it was indeed not a minor injury.
The car sped along the same wide road. Wen Qiao sat in the car and urged the taxi driver to drive faster from time to time. The driver was helpless: "Little girl, you can't go faster. You will be fined and deducted points."
Wen Qiao could only wait patiently for one red light after another, feeling extremely worried.
Arriving at his private hospital, Wen Qiao paid by scanning the QR code with her mobile phone, then hurriedly got out of the car and entered the hospital. The nurse at the information desk naturally recognized the girl who had been with the prince before, and immediately took her to the dean's office.
As soon as the door opened, Li Fang was seen wearing a mask, holding pliers in his hand, and throwing a blood-stained cotton ball into the tray.
Wen Qiao's heart leaped into his throat. He rushed over, worry clearly audible in his voice: "Are you okay?"
Fu Nanli was injured on his left hand. The steel bar on the ground left a two-inch long cut on the palm of his hand. It had to be carefully disinfected, otherwise tetanus could be fatal.
He raised his right hand and rubbed her head: "It's okay, just a minor injury."
Wen Qiao was still frightened.
Was this an accident or deliberate
Isn't Fu Jiang the only one who wants to kill him? After all, Fu Jiang is already in jail.
How could she feel at ease when there were so many dangers around him
Seeing the worry in Wen Qiao's eyes, Fu Nanli held her hand and gently stroked her soft fingers, "It's really okay, don't worry."
The cut on the palm of his left hand was shocking, with blood gushing out.
He was sitting and she was standing. She reached out and held his head, her voice soft: "Does it hurt?"
Fu Nanli smiled. No matter how painful it was, it didn't hurt anymore with the rare gentle and comforting voice of his child.
"It's okay, don't worry."
Li Fang did not dare to delay and treated the wound carefully. He used tweezers to remove the gravel and sand stuck in the wound, and then disinfected it carefully. He then prepared a bottle of tetanus vaccine for him to hang on the IV.
He sat on the sofa, the water in the dropper dripping regularly through the thin tube into the needle and into his vein.
Wen Qiao sat beside him and accompanied him quietly.
After a while, a doctor came in to report: "Qin Bei has a fractured shoulder blade. He is in a cast and needs to rest for a while."
"knew."
Wen Qiao was still terrified: "Did he block it for you?"
"He reacted quickly and pushed me, and the steel structure hit his back."
Although he said it lightly, Wen Qiao couldn't help but hold his breath and whispered, "Is it an accident or something?"
Fu Nanli patted her hand gently: "I will check it out, don't worry about it, do you hear me?"
If she found out that this was a trap set by him, it would obviously affect the image of him in her mind.
Wen Qiao curled her lips. She didn't say she would care, she was just worried about him.
Fu Nanli raised his hand and pinched her face: "Did you hear that?"
"heard it."
(End of this chapter)