Chapter 118.1

"Xin Zezhao!" Liang Xiaoyu tried to endure the pain, "my foot is injured, you take me to the hospital quickly!"

Hearing Liang Xiaoyu's painful cry, Xin Zezhao's attention turned back from the construction site, "when did you get hurt?" Looking down, I saw the glass debris of concrete sticking to Liang Xiaoyu's smooth feet.

Xin Zezhao's breath becomes cold again. He glances at Liang Xiaoyu coldly and lightly. Without saying a word, he picks up Liang Xiaoyu and walks out of the factory.

Hospitals.

The doctor in the white coat bowed his head and carefully treated Liang Xiaoyu's wound, because the glass residue was not deep enough, so he quickly cleaned, disinfected and bandaged it.

"Xin Zezhao! Why don't you go to see the injury first! " Seeing that the wound had been bandaged, Liang Xiaoyu anxiously pushed aside Xin Zezhao, who was standing beside him with a black iceberg face, "I'm just a small wound."

"Doctor, show him your back." Liang Xiaoyu stood up from his chair and moved away, making way for Xin Zezhao.

Xin Zezhao coldly glanced at Liang Xiaoyu and said in a cold voice, "you go out."

"I don't want it! Anyway, I haven't seen it. What can't I see? " Liang Xiaoyu's whole heart is tightly grasped now. If she doesn't watch it with her own eyes, she is afraid that she will be sad and suffocate.

"You'll be responsible for it." Xin Zezhao is frivolous, with explicit eyes and ambiguous words.

"Don't you take it off? If you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you! " Liang Xiaoyu is impatient. He is about to jump over.

The doctor, who is regarded as the air, can't bear it at last. He doesn't want to see a trick of forced undressing: "you'd better cooperate and take off your coat, so that I can know where you are injured."

Knowing how stubborn Liang Xiaoyu is, Xin Zezhao finally gives in with his lips and slowly takes off his coat.

Without the cover of the coat, you can see the wet behind.

Finally see clearly Xin Zezhao's back, but let Liang Xiaoyu involuntarily cover his mouth, but a exclamation or leak out from between the fingers: "ah!"

The off white shirt was dyed red by the bright red color at this time. It was wet and pasted on the back. The dazzling bright red made Liang Xiaoyu's nose sour again.

"Don't cry." Xin Zezhao frowned.

"Well, I don't cry, I don't bother you." Liang Xiaoyu tries his best to hold back his tears. He doesn't want to cry like a child, which makes Xin Zezhao tired.

"Take off all your clothes! You're hurting a lot. " Seeing the bloodstain, the doctor's expression became dignified.

Xin Zezhao untied the button, took off the shirt stained with blood, revealing his bloody back.

"Fortunately, you still have a coat of good quality to block it. This piece of steel is not inserted deep, otherwise..." The doctor dried the blood, carefully cleaned the wound for Xin Zezhao, and opened his mouth in pain.

"Or what?" Liang Xiaoyu's face turned white with fear, and he stared at Xin Zezhao nervously.

"Poof Pooh." At this time, the doctor suddenly laughed again. "I'm kidding. It's not the iron cloth shirt. How can it resist the steel sheet? I just see that your expression is too serious. Slow down."

I didn't expect that the doctor would be so happy to take off. The veins on the corner of Liang Xiaoyu were beating constantly, suppressing his anger: "it's not funny at all! How are you

"Don't be angry, don't be angry! At most, I'll be gentle when I'm taking your boyfriend's medicine. "

When Liang Xiaoyu heard the speech, he was stunned and explained, "no, he's not my boyfriend..."

"No?! It's not your boyfriend. What do you do when you are so nervous? How do you whir when your feet are not ready? " The doctor looked at Liang Xiaoyu inconceivably, and then with a look of knowing, he went on with a clear affirmation: "it's not my boyfriend, it's my husband, right! Married so early! "

Doctor, is it really good for you to gossip like this?! Liang Xiaoyu couldn't help but turn his eyes.

"Not really. He is my leader." Liang Xiaoyu tilted his head slightly, as if he felt that his words were not convincing. He quickly added: "it's directly related to my job, so I must take it seriously! It's not my husband, it's not my husband! "

The doctor choked a smile and looked at Liang Xiaoyu, who was nervous and refused to admit it. He pretended to treat Xin Zezhao's wound seriously. "Mm-hmm, OK, I know all about it."