Chapter 198

He put her ankle in the palm of his hand and gently kneaded it. She immediately frowned again and whispered.

"It hurts?" he asked.

"A little," she replied.

"Go to the hospital." Jun Jisheng told the driver.

"I don't need to go to the hospital. I'll just spray it with pain relief to the bruising spray."

"Go to the hospital." Jun Jisheng was determined.

The driver's car drove towards the hospital. When he was in the car, Qin Sitong simply told Jun Jisheng what had happened in the restaurant, and then said, "I don't regret slapping Peng Huan, but I didn't expect that she would do such a thing." it was like murder.

"What we should pay attention to in the future is to pay attention. I'll send two bodyguards to follow you later to avoid such a thing from happening again." Jun Jisheng said. As for the woman who bumped Si Tong down the stairs, the price she had to pay was definitely not just that leg.

"No need." Qin Si Tong hurriedly said. If he really sent two bodyguards to follow her, it is estimated that where she goes, she will be noticed. How can she live a normal life? "I will pay attention in the future and will ensure my safety."

He stared at her.

"Ann, and I'm also training now. I'll practice more in the future. Besides, there are a few like Peng Huan after all." she said.

He glanced at her. She raised her hand to swear and promised again and again. He hugged her in his arms, "you must pay attention to your safety and don't have an accident."

"Well, I see," she said, only feeling that he was too nervous.

But his nervousness somehow gave her a kind of kindness.

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor checked Qin Sitong's ankle and determined that it was just a sprain, so he gave him some externally applied ointment.

"Did you hurt your shoulder too?" the doctor asked suddenly.

"No." Qin Si Tong wondered and glanced at his shoulder naturally. At this glance, he saw some blood stains on his shoulder.

The blood... Suddenly, she was excited and looked up at Jun Jisheng. Today he was wearing black clothes, so even if there was any blood gushing out, she couldn't see it without looking carefully.

At the moment, Jun Jisheng's face was a little pale. Qin Si Tong hurriedly said, "is the wound on your shoulder... Bleeding again?" in addition, she couldn't think of any other possibility. After all, he caught her with his hand at that time, and she fell down the stairs with great strength.

He said lightly, "well, there's a little blood. It's no problem. I wanted to send you back to see a doctor." he said it lightly, as if the injury on his shoulder was not worth mentioning at all.

He can take her sprain so seriously, but he doesn't care about his own injury.

Qin Si Tong's nose is a little sour. I can't tell what it's like.

When the doctor examined Jun Jisheng's injury, the wound that had just healed opened and blood gushed out. Qin Sitong didn't shy away. He watched the doctor treat Jun Jisheng's wound and wrapped the crack of the wound with gauze bit by bit. She told herself from the bottom of her heart that all his injuries were for her.

When he returned to Jun's residence, Jun Jisheng asked Qin Sitong, "do you want anyone to pay for today?"

Qin Si blinked and didn't understand what he meant.

"Such as yuan Mengtian, Peng Huan, your head teacher," he said.

She thought, "you're angry for me today."

Jun Jisheng smiled gently. She was still a little simple. Do you think this is enough?

"Yuan Mengtian is relying on Yuan Zhizhou's potential. Have you ever thought that you can also rely on my potential. In this case, naturally, a group of people will please you. No one dares to say that about you, and no one dares to fight you." Jun Jisheng said.

Qin Si Tong thought about being surrounded by a group of people and all kinds of flattering scenes. He couldn't help shivering, "forget it. I hope to get these by relying on my own strength one day."

"It's up to you." he said faintly, "but as long as you know, you can always rely on my potential." he took her hand, kissed her palm, and then moved her palm to the position of his heart.

The palm is separated by his clothes, but it seems that he can still feel the beating of his heart, once and again, so powerful.