Li Fang thought, isn't it that the eldest young master wants to prove that he is not seriously hurt and alleviate your worries?

There was a nurse pushing a wheelchair over there. Wenjo helped him: "sit down."

Fu Nanli has changed into a blue and white striped medical uniform. Because of too much blood loss, his face is morbid and pale. Qin Bei pushes his wheelchair to the inpatient department. Wenqiao follows him all the time, holding his hand.

When they got to the ward, they all stood aside. Wenqiao helped him to the hospital bed. Then he sat by the bed, reached for the button of his patient's uniform. Fu Nanli pressed his hand down and said, "what are you doing?"

Wenjo pushed his hand away: "let me see your injury."

Fu Nanli seized her hand again, "bandaged, there is gauze, can't see the wound."

Wenqiao raised his eyes and saw that there was still blood stains in his neck. He quickly rummaged through the cabinet, found a bag of wet paper towels, drew one out, and carefully wiped it for him, "why is there blood here?"

"Maybe it was accidentally splashed when drawing the knife just now. It's a small injury. Don't worry about it."

Wenjo dropped his wet tissue, and the smell of gunpowder in his voice was obvious. "I'll go and settle with her!"

The wrist was caught. "Come back."

Wenqiao was indignant: "why can she hurt you? Why are you with her? "

Fu Nanli's wound hurt a little. He leaned against the head of the bed and held her hand. He was afraid that when he let go of it, the wolf cub would go and complain to him.

"She said something in front of my mother and grandfather, intending to sabotage, and I warned her a few words."

Wenjo suddenly quieted down and looked at him.

"What are you looking at?" he rubbed her finger

"Brother Nanli, are you using the method of encouragement?"

Fu Nanli chuckled, "what do you mean?"

"Do you mean to anger he Yan and let her hurt you? You have reason to punish her by law?"

Fu Nanli's expression was too calm, even his eyelids did not tremble, "I really did not think she would take a knife to hurt me."

Joe, don't you really think so? How can you risk yourself and make fun of your own safety? "

Fu Nanli chuckled: "children, your brain is too big, I just want to alert her, did not expect her to go mad."

Wenqiao squinted, "is it really not because he Jun is your good friend, if it is not for your personal injury, you really can't open your face and let he Yan be brought to justice?"

Fu Nanli knocked on her head: "OK, don't think too far. He Yan is not worth my involvement."

Wenqiao looked angry. "Do you hurt?"

Fu Nanli even his lips are white, this knife stabbed fiercely, at this time the anesthetic effect also subsided, even breathing is involved in pain, "OK, it's skin trauma."

Wenqiao was distressed, but could not help him share the pain.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. He Jun came in and asked, "are you ok?"

Fu Nanli thought that if he Jun ignored his injury and only wanted to ask for Qingdao for his sister, he would let he Yan wear the prison.

He asked, "are you all right?" Fu Nan Li's face was not so ugly. He said in a deep voice, "fortunately, your sister's knife is out of the way."

"Sorry." He Jun said that his expression was complicated, such as a lump in his throat. He really didn't know what to say for a moment.