Chapter 959

The fruit knife didn't stab Qi Ziqing's stomach, and once again it cut her face and into the floor.

Her face was completely destroyed, with five cuts on one side and two sides, and it was still in a cross shape.

In addition to the crooked nose, Qi Ziqing was completely destroyed.

Ma Yawen only felt black in her eyes and fainted.

……

Mo Junbo takes Yang Lihe to the doctor, who is giving her a detailed examination.

It's a small wound on the neck. It's just a scratch. It's OK. There are five obvious finger marks on the face, and the face is swollen.

This makes Mo Junbo very distressed and guilty.

When he saw that Yang Lihe's protruding stomach was also injured and bleeding.

Obviously, Ma Yawen stabbed her just now. Before he entered, she covered her stomach. She should have been beaten by Ma Yawen.

"Well, is there a problem?" Mo Junbo asked the doctor, his face full of worry and urgency, and heartache.

Turn Mou to see to Yang Lihe, soft voice asks a way, "have what uncomfortable?"? Did you get hit in the stomach? If you have any discomfort, don't bear it yourself. If you have any discomfort, say it out. "

Yang Lihe raised a warm smile towards him and said slowly, "I don't feel uncomfortable. Don't be so nervous. Isn't the doctor checking. If I feel uncomfortable, I will say it. "

Mo Junbo no longer spoke, but looked at her with a quiet and silent face, his eyes hard to cover the color of worry.

The doctor finished the detailed examination, toward Mo Jun Bo shuran smile, "Mr. Mo, don't worry, little grandma is OK, the baby is also very good. Don't worry. Everything's OK. The baby is still very strong. "

Listen to the doctor say so, Mo Jun Bo long sigh of relief. Nodded a heavy face said, "can it be just hurt, can't check out? Why don't we come back and check it in two days? "

The doctor gave a big smile and said in a slow voice, "that's OK, but basically it won't be a problem. If the ink is not at ease, for the sake of safety, it's OK to check it again in a week. Pay more attention to these two days. If you feel any discomfort, come to the hospital immediately. Also, it's very important to pay attention to whether there will be red spots. "

Yang Lihe nodded and said seriously, "OK, I know."

I inhaled my nose and felt as if I could smell a bloody smell.

"How can I smell blood? I didn't bleed, just a little wound on my neck... " Words did not finish, the line of sight fell on Mo Junbo's chest.

He was wearing a dark black suit, so there was nothing wrong with it.

But inside the suit, the white shirt was a little red.

What's more, there's a hole in the suit coat. The white shirt inside is red.

Yang Lihe step forward, a pull open his suit, see inside the shirt is a red.

At the left chest, there was a palm wide wound, which not only cut the suit coat, but also cut the shirt inside.

"Mo Junbo, you cut such a long hole, and you didn't say it! You're holding me all the way Yang Lihe looked at him in amazement.

Although the wound is not very deep, but also cut the flesh.

If you don't wear two clothes, don't you have to put them in the center?

Yang Lihe just thought about it and felt frightened, with a cold sweat exuding from his back.

It must have been stabbed by the vertical glass on the windowsill when I came to grab her just now.

He didn't even say a word, as if nothing had happened.

"It's just a small injury. It's nothing serious." Mo Junbo said with disapproval.

"Who told you it was a small wound! Who told you it's OK! " Yang Lihe glared at him angrily, and then said with a sad face, "do you think your meat is made of iron or flour, and you don't know the pain? I tell you, you are all mine. You take care of my things and hurt me again. I'm not finished with you! "

The doctor twisted his lips and snickered, but he didn't dare to smile too obviously.

"Doctor, take care of his wound. It's time to sew! He said it doesn't hurt. If you don't use anesthetics, just give him stitches! " Yang Lihe said to the doctor with a chuckle.

The doctor stopped laughing, looked at her and said solemnly, "little grandma, Mr. Mo doesn't need stitches for this wound. I'll give it to him..."

"Who said there was no need for stitches?" Before the doctor's words were finished, Yang Lihe interrupted angrily and glared at him angrily. "It's so deep and it's so long. Can it get better without stitches? In case the wound is inflamed, are you responsible for it? "

The doctor looked at her with a dull face, then turned his eyes to see Mo Junbo.

Mo Junbo said helplessly and with a good temper, "she said that sewing needle is sewing needle, no anesthetic, you deal with it for me."

The doctor nodded, "OK, I'll let the other doctors come. Stitches are not my strong point."

When Ling Yue came over, the doctor was sewing a needle for Mo Junbo.A wound as long as the palm of the hand is full-length. The deeper one is only two centimeters, and the rest is just a scratch.

So if you sew a needle, it's like six stitches.

No anesthetic, so sewing, Yang Lihe looked at the needle pick up the flesh, and then through, can't help but also distressed. Looking at Mo Junbo's eyes softened a lot, he said to the doctor who sewed the needle, "it's a little lighter. I didn't take anesthetic. It's very painful."

Mo Junbo turned his eyes to her and said, "don't you let people fight? You have to let them sew it for me. "

"Shut up Yang Lihe is not angry toward him a light roar, a face of resentment, "I didn't let you talk!"

Mo Jun raised a knowing smile, but he was silent.

"Young master, young granny." Ling Yue stands beside Mo Junbo respectfully.

"Well, it's all taken care of?" Mo Junbo asked in a deep voice.

Ling Yue nodded, "OK."

The doctor sewed up the wound, drugged it, and wrapped it with gauze.

Mo Junbo got up and said to Yang Lihe, "go home?"

Yang Lihe nodded, "well, go home."

Ling Yue opened his mouth and looked like he wanted to talk.

"Ling Yue, just say what you have to say. Do you want to be a woman?" Yang Lihe didn't have a good look at Ling Yue and said.

Ling Yue looked at her and said with a straight face, "little grandma, Ms. Ma Yalan's condition seems to be getting worse. She said she wanted to see you and explain to you. "

Yang Lihe's face sank and his eyes darkened. He walked towards the door and said to Ling Yueshen behind him, "no! I have nothing to do with her

"Li Granny Mo, can you listen to me? "

As soon as Yang Lihe came out of the ward, Ma Yalan sat in a wheelchair at the door, looking at her with pain and request.