Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Mr. Wen made it clear that he had no intention to say anything more to Wen Haowen, and quickly sent Lao Tao to the hospital with Lao Tao.

The doctor carefully examined the wound for Wen Ya, looking at the small, almost transparent face on Wen Ya, a weak and strong face without showing a half-painful expression: "Dizziness? Do you feel vomiting?"

Wen Xinya holding her forehead and said, "Huh!"

The doctor frowned slightly. "There may be a slight concussion, and you need to take a picture later."

After speaking, I continued to inspect the wound: "The wound is deep and there is too much blood loss. I'm afraid I need a stitch."

Warm and calm did not speak, but Father Wen asked nervously: "Will the stitches leave scars?"

"The scar will naturally remain. I try to sew the wound as smooth as possible and take good care of it. It can fade the scar. I can't see the concealer when I apply some concealer. It will not affect the appearance." The doctor encountered a strange patient yesterday. However, a little skin trauma is crying to die, and to do a disability evaluation, which makes him very boring. Today, I saw this little girl with such a deep wound, and I did n’t even see her snoring. So I say a few more words.

"Thank you doctor!" Warm and ya heard the doctor's kindness and thanked him for the pain of touching the wound when he forcibly spoke.

The doctor nodded. "It hurts when I am stitching. I will administer local anesthesia first."

Father Wen naturally has no objection.

Wen Xinya but holding back the dizzy pain, "The doctor is not in use, you can sew it directly! I can bear it."

Because in the last life, Wen Ya had resistance to drugs such as anesthesia, so if she could not use it, she would not use it as much as possible. Moreover, she suffered the torture and destruction of poisons and drugs in the last life.

The doctor was a little stunned: "The stitches are not a joke. If you can't help with the pain and affect my stitches, the wound will not be sewn properly, and the scar will remain very heavy."

Warm and happy smiled the doctor's kindness: "I don't want to use anesthesia, narcotic drugs have an effect on the brain and nerves. I am still young and may not have a big effect, but as I get older, the effects will slowly show up."

As soon as the doctor heard it, he stopped advising.

Mr. Wen was frightened: "Xin Ya, it's better to listen to the doctor, local anesthesia will not have much effect on the body."

Wen Xinya: "Grandpa, I can hold back."

In the end, Mr. Wen could not be Wen Xinya, so he had to let her go.

After the doctor sterilized the needle and thread, she began to sew her wounds. When the first needle went down, Warm and Ya contracted suddenly because she couldn't adapt to the sudden pain, her hands clenched into fists suddenly, but she tried to relax her body as much as possible to match the doctor's sewing needle.

In the infirmary, there was a silence. For a short time, Warm and Ya heard the sound of the needle coming into the flesh, pulling the thin line wound [伤口], and she groaned and pulled it suddenly. At the edge of the bed, the blue tendons on the back of the hand were highlighted, and the forehead was instantly filled with dense sweat, and rolled down her beautiful face.

The doctor's movements were very detailed very quickly, and the wound was sewn up to five minutes later. After he finished sewing, he couldn't help raising his hands to wipe the sweat from his face. He couldn't help admiring the little girl, even an adult. Before she could endure the pain like this, at the same time try to relax her body and cooperate with the stitches.

Father Wen looked at the warmth and elegance of the stitches, his face pale and bleak, and his heart was distressed.

After the wound was treated, Warm and Ya went to check the brain. Finally, she confirmed that Warm and Ya ’s injury was not too serious, because she lost too much blood and needed to be adjusted and recuperated. However, because of a slight concussion, she needed to be hospitalized for observation. Gifted.

Since the wound is so painful, she ca n’t fall asleep at all. She simply said what Su Jinshan was looking for. Older gentleman Wen looked at her expression softer. What kind of woman is Su Jinshan? With? Even his granddaughter did this.

If it wasn't for nothing, how could you sue Wen Haowen and make this happen.

He still underestimated the granddaughter. She was patient, calm, conscientious, transparent, and had means. When Jiang Ruoyin posted on the forum, she counted today, so she remained motionless, watching Those jumping clowns jumped, and the harder they jumped, the deeper the rebound in the future.

Mr. Wen looked at her comfortingly: "You are doing well, no matter who bullies you, just hit back fiercely, out of the basket, and my old man is standing."

At this moment, Mr. Mo pushed in the door, his face was cold, his eyes were so deep, and the old shame was sculpted into a straight line. This expression made his face wrinkles much less than usual.

Seeing Mr. Mo, Mr. Wen was a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed. "Xin Ya's wound has just been dealt with, and the doctor said that there is no major problem."

Mr. Mo's face was faintly bowed, his eyes fell on the Wen Xinya half lying on the hospital bed, her face was pale, she still had the transparency and weakness after excessive blood loss, and the whole portrait was a fragile glass doll.

The Wen Xinya smile was pale but bleak: "Grandpa, I'm really fine. The doctor said that I can be discharged after three days of observation in the hospital, so don't worry about me!"

Listening to her weak words with a coquettish tone, Father Mo's cold mood eased: "Your dad hit you, you don't know how to hide? What a silly thing do you expect him to care about your affection?"

This statement clearly said that she was actually told to grandpa, the father didn't hurt, at least this grandpa's support!

Father Wen is a clever man. How could he not hear the words that Father Mo had crooked and rubbed his feet, he felt embarrassed for a moment, and he didn't know what to say.

Wen Xinya smile rounded the field and said: "Grandpa, this time it was an accident, I will pay attention to it next time."

Naturally, she wouldn't say in the presence of Grandpa that Ning Shuqian gave her a trip, so she would fall so big. If she told Grandpa, Grandpa would have to come up with a statement, and then Wen Haowen would be caught in the middle. Wen Haowen really let his grandfather get away with him if he didn't get it right, and there was less fear of grandpa. Wen Haowen was definitely not half constrained, and was still at the mercy of Ning Shuqian, looking for her obscurity.

Father Mo did not continue to entangle. He sat down next to the bed and asked, "Does the wound still hurt? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Wenya shook her head and said, "It's okay, it's not painful."

Mr. Mo looked at the thick circle of gauze on her forehead with distress. The white color was not whiter than her little face: "When you leave the hospital and go to the Mo family to stay for a while, let Jiang Mom and He Mom give you You make up. "

Although Mr. Wen is dissatisfied, he has no objection. Compared to him, Mr. Mo has only one relative who is Xinya, and Xinya should usually accompany him more often.