Chapter 215

They just stood in a long corridor for a long time, but no one spoke.

Finally, Qi Enron broke the silence and asked tentatively, "are you free now?"

Anyao twisted his eyebrows, as if he could not understand the meaning of Qi'an's words. After a long pause, he said, "yes."

"Do you want to sit down and have a chat?"

An Yao

When Qi Enron thought that this person might refuse himself, he heard her reply in a hoarse voice: "OK."

At that time, Huo Yizhen did not know that as soon as she left, her future daughter-in-law ran into her number one suitor.

When he arrived at the clinic with the soldier, the doctor was sewing the needle for sang.

The old man howled so hard in the room that Huo Yizhen could hear him yelling from a distance: "Oh, take it easy. It hurts. It hurts so much! There are still a few stitches. Can you hurry up? Wait, wait, slow down, slow down

Before Huo Yizhen came here, he was worried that sang Laozhen would be beaten up. He would hear his ghost roar, but he was greatly relieved.

There is strength to command people. It seems that it is not particularly serious.

The doctor who was in charge of suturing sang Lao's needle was also helpless: "I said that you would make me faster and slower this time. Do you want to be faster or slower? And if I remember correctly, I just gave you anesthesia. Is it really so painful? "

Sang Lao was told by the doctor that he had a long face, and for a long time he said, "I, I, I... I am dizzy, you take it easy, and let it go as early as possible."

People nearby: "you feel sick when you feel sick. Do you howl like your dead father?

Old sang bit his teeth and closed his eyes. Seeing this, several people on the side came forward to help hold him down to prevent him from struggling in the process of sewing.

After some tossing, he finally sewed the wound on his head.

All of a sudden, sang Lao, who had been sewn five needles, was leaning haggardly on the side of the chair. His face turned pale. His whole soul was swimming in the sky, and he was on the verge of death.

After Huo Yizhen entered the door, he rushed to see the injured man for the first time, frowned and said, "is his injury serious? Does it affect his health? "

Su HaoChen and others suddenly saw Huo Yizhen appear, his face turned white, and he hid to the side with a guilty heart. He said in a low voice: "old... Old..."

Huo Yizhen couldn't help frowning when he saw his appearance. He thought that old Sang's injury was not simple, especially after he saw that so many people were crammed into the small infirmary!

"Of course, five stitches will have some effect. Fortunately, there is no big artery or bone. It's just skin injury and excessive blood loss. It's no problem to take a rest for a period of time to make up for it."

Huo Yizhen was relieved. Knowing that people were OK, he immediately began to investigate the whole story: "how can a good one be hit by a flowerpot? I heard it was smashed by a fallen cactus flowerpot. Whose cactus does it belong to? "

Someone in the crowd carefully raised his hand: "I, my... But it can't all blame me! Either... Or... "

The person secretly glanced at Su HaoChen not far away, but didn't say each other's name, slightly lowered his head, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Huo Yizhen saw his every move in his eyes. His eyes were slightly cold and he said in a cold voice: "to tell you the truth, otherwise everyone here today will sit with you!"