Li Fang thought, isn't it that the young master wants to use practical actions to prove that his injuries are not serious and alleviate your worries
A nurse pushed a wheelchair over and Wen Qiao supported him: "Hurry and sit down."
Fu Nanli had already changed into a blue and white striped hospital gown. Due to excessive blood loss, his face was pale and sick. Qin Bei pushed the wheelchair to the inpatient department, and Wen Qiao followed him and held his hand.
When they arrived at the ward, everyone left. Wen Qiao helped him onto the bed, then sat beside the bed and reached out to unbutton his hospital gown, but Fu Nanli held his hand. "What are you doing?"
Wen Qiao pushed his hand away: "Let me see your injury."
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand again, "It's bandaged. There's gauze, so you can't see the wound."
Wen Qiao looked up and saw that there was still blood on his neck that had not been wiped clean. She quickly rummaged through the drawers and found a pack of wet tissues. She took one out and wiped it for him carefully. "Why is there blood here?"
"It was probably splashed accidentally when I drew my sword just now. It's a minor injury, don't worry."
Wen Qiao threw away the wet tissue in his hand, and the gunpowder in his voice was obvious, "I'm going to settle the score with her!"
Someone grabbed my wrist and said, "Come back."
Wen Qiao was indignant: "Why could she hurt you? Why are you with her?"
Fu Nanli's wound was a little painful, so he leaned against the head of the bed and held her hand, fearing that if he let go, the little wolf would go and complain to him.
"She said something in front of my mother and grandfather with the intention of causing trouble, and I warned her a few times."
Wen Qiao suddenly became quiet, turned his head to look at him, and sized him up.
Fu Nanli stroked her fingers: "What are you looking at?"
"Brother Nanli, are you trying to provoke me?"
Fu Nanli chuckled, "What do you mean?"
"Did you deliberately provoke He Yan to hurt you so that you have a reason to punish her with the law?"
Fu Nanli's expression was too calm, and even his eyelids didn't twitch. "I really didn't expect that she would hurt me with a knife."
Wen Qiao came closer, "How dare you say you really don't have this idea? How can you risk your own life and play with your own safety?"
Fu Nanli chuckled: "Little friend, you have a very wild imagination. I just wanted to warn her and didn't expect her to go crazy."
Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes, "Is it really not because He Jun is your good friend? If you were not injured, you really couldn't bear to let He Yan be brought to justice?"
Fu Nanli tapped her head and said, "Alright, stop imagining things. He Yan is not worth getting involved with."
Wen Qiao looked unhappy, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Nanli's lips turned pale. The knife had stabbed him so hard that the anesthetic effect had worn off. Even breathing was painful. "It's okay, it's just a superficial wound."
Wen Qiao felt distressed, but there was nothing she could do to help him share the pain.
After a while, there was a knock on the door, and it was He Jun who came in. The first thing he asked was, "Are you okay?"
Fu Nanli thought that if He Jun ignored his injuries and only wanted to plead for his sister, then he would let He Yan spend the rest of his life in jail.
He asked, "Are you okay?" Fu Nanli's expression was not so ugly, and he said in a deep voice, "Lucky, your sister missed the target."
"Sorry." He Jun said with a complicated expression, as if there was something stuck in his throat. For a moment he really didn't know what to say.
(End of this chapter)