Chapter 485： Acute gastroenteritis

Chapter 485 Acute Gastroenteritis

Qin Bei hung up the phone there, and Fu Nanli frowned, "It's just a minor injury. What are you calling her for?"

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 gave a soft tut, "It's just a minor injury. You will scare her by saying that."

"Your hand was strained by steel bars, not a minor injury."

Song An quickly pulled out some tissues and handed them to Fu Nanli: "Master, first press on the wound to stop the bleeding."

Although Fu Nanli said that it was a minor injury, in fact, the steel bar pierced into his palm and the blood flowed continuously.

The car was galloping all the way. On the same wide road, Wen Qiao sat in the car and urged the taxi driver to drive faster. The driver had no choice but to say, "Little girl, I can't go faster. There will be fines."

Wen Qiao could only wait patiently for one red light after another, worrying in his heart.

When he arrived at his private hospital, Wen Qiao used his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay, and then hurriedly got out of the car and entered the hospital. The nurse information desk naturally recognized the girl who had been with the prince, and immediately took her to the hospital. Long consultation room.

As soon as the door opened, I saw Li Fang wearing a mask, holding pliers in his hand, and throwing a blood-stained cotton ball into the tray.

Wen Qiao's heart jumped to his throat, and he strode past. There was a clearly identifiable worry in his voice: "Is it all right?"

Fu Nanli injured his left hand. The palm of his hand was pulled by the steel bar on the ground with a two-inch-long opening, which had to be carefully disinfected, otherwise the tetanus would kill people.

He raised his right hand and rubbed her head: "It's okay, little injury."

Wen Qiao had lingering fears.

Is this accidental or deliberate?

Isn't Fu Jiang the only one who wants his life? After all, Fu Jiang is already in jail.

There are so many dangers around him, how can she be relieved?

Seeing worries in Wen Qiao's eyes, Fu Nanli held her hand and gently rubbed her soft fingers, "It's really okay, don't worry."

The opening in the palm of his left hand was shocking, blood surging.

He was sitting, she was standing, she reached out and hugged his head, her voice was soft: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Nanli smiled, and no matter how painful it is, the rare gentle roar of his children will stop it.

"Fortunately, don't worry."

Li Fang didn't dare to neglect, he carefully handled the wound, took out the gravel and gravel stuck in the wound with tweezers, and carefully disinfected it, and then prepared a bottle of tetanus bacillus for him to hang water.

He was sitting on the sofa, and the water in the dropper ticked regularly along the thin tube into the needle and into his vein.

Wen Qiao sat beside him, quietly accompanying him.

After a while, a doctor came in and reported: "Qin Bei has a fractured scapula behind his back. He has a plaster cast and needs a rest period."

"Got it."

Wen Qiao felt a lingering fear: "Did he block it for you?"

"He reacted quickly and gave me a push, and the steel structure hit him on his back."

Although he spoke lightly, Wen Qiao couldn't help but breathe, and whispered: "Is it an accident or something?"

Fu Nanli patted her hand gently: "I'll check it out. Leave it alone, do you hear it?"

If she was asked to find out that this matter was set by him, it would obviously affect his image in her heart.

Wen Qiao pouted, she didn't say to care, she was just worried about him.

Fu Nanli raised her hand and squeezed her face: "Have you heard?"

"heard it."

(End of this chapter)