The Wen Xinya thought that Si Yizhen was injured by Shen Mengting, the mixed suffocation seemed to become a substance, and her beautiful face has always shown a cold charm, making her face lines extremely cold, a pair of cold eyes The coldness of the bones was exuded in the middle: "Leave it to the doctor to deal with it! Your injury is more important than her. Go to help you deal with the wound first."

Si Yi's pale lips evoked pale beauty to the extreme beauty: "Okay! I all listen to you."

The person lying on the ground was the one who wanted to take her life. She must now be a terrible dark tide in her heart, but she first took into account his injuries, which was a feeling of concern.

Nuan Ya took Si Yizhen to the doctor to deal with the wound.

The doctor frowned at Si Yichen's dark sleeves stained with blood, and frowned slightly: "It took so long to deal with the wound, so much blood bleeds, isn't it hurt?"

"Doctor, stop bleeding as soon as possible for him." Hearing the doctor said that Warm and Ya knew that Si Yixun's injuries were not minor, and he secretly blame himself for being careless, only looking at his panic and fear, but he did not find Si Yixuan earlier. Injured.

The doctor looked up and gave a Wen Xinya look: "Do you still use it?"

This is his professional quality as a doctor.

Wen Xinya eyes shrank, and did not dare to speak.

Si Yi's lip corner evoked a pale smile. Such a calm and rational person on weekdays was panicked and anxious at this time. When the doctor stared at him, he would completely weaken the momentum on weekdays, nothing more than that. Afraid to annoy the doctor, he refused to try his best to treat the wound for him.

What a silly girl.

The doctor began to show his professional qualities as a healer. He took out scissors and quickly cut open the sleeve on Si Yizhen's injured arm. When his entire arm was exposed to the air, the air was full of heavy Bloody smell.

Only then did you see the injury on his arm. The scar was at least a decimeter long, and it was slanted from his arm to the elbow joint. The wound was deep in the bone, and the blood was exuding like money. The line slipped along his joints and down his arms, which turned out to be such a shock.

She suddenly reached out and covered her mouth. Suddenly, she felt dizzy, the blood on her face faded, and even her breath became choked.

His injury was so serious!

Thanks to the serious injuries he had suffered before, the first thing she took into account was her emotions, and she smiled and told her that it was only a minor injury, so that she did not worry, and even kissed her tears tenderly and advised her not to cry Isn't it ... her tears are more important than his wounds?

She shed tears, but he shed blood.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help getting angry at Si Yizhen! But this anger was soft and half-powerful.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury, I'm fine!" Si Yizhen quickly drew her hand with another intact hand, starting with a wet and cold.

The doctor said: "The wound is about three inches long and the bone is visible. It only hurts the soft tendon tissue by half a minute, young man ... as long as a little bit of your arm can be half disabled! How dare you lie to your little girl Friends are just minor injuries. "

"Shut up for me!" Si Yichen watched Warm and Ya's complexion grow greener and shouted at the doctor as his complexion sank.

"Shut up for me!" Wenya's eyes reddened, and she yelled at Si Yi, saying that she was all right, and she wanted to incite him and asked him if it hurt.

The doctor's words cast a shadow on her heart, and her heart trembled so badly that she almost lost his arm, which was fatal to his identity.

Si also said nothing, and looked like Qing Yanxiu's face. If you look closely, you can see a trace of dark color.

The doctor gave a gleeful glance to Si Yizhen, and continued to clean up the injuries on his arm.

"Doesn't it hurt?" The blowing nose of the disinfectant was sour and sour, and her nose was Wen Xinya. When her eyes were sour and astringent, she burst into tears. She even felt it clearly. When the disinfectant was cleaned on his wound, , His slightly trembling body, and the flesh of his wound twitched.

Si Yizhen wanted to say that it didn't hurt, but when she touched her pink eyes, she swallowed it again when she reached her mouth ...

"You want to say, it's okay, it's just a minor injury, isn't it painful, right?" Wen Xinya voice glared at him, and Si Yizhen made her feel only pained.

"No, I just want to say, it hurts a bit!" Si Yizhen never knew that Wen Xinya also had such soft feelings, and exposed the softest side of his heart completely in front of him.

Warm and Ya could not help yelling at him: "Yi Si, you are such a fool."

The doctor once again interrupted the flirtation between them: "The wound is a bit severe and needs a stitch. Is it a local or general anesthesia?"

Si Yizhen flatly said, "No anesthesia!"

The doctor was shocked. What kind of injury has he never seen in a surgeon like him, but he has never seen any injured person. The injured person is so serious and bleeds so much blood, but he does not even frown. Now there is no need for anesthesia needles.

"Yi Siji ..." Warm and Ya thought that she had her head broken by Wen Haowen, and there was no anesthesia needle. The taste was definitely the pain of Ling Chi, but her wound was small at that time, and only a few stitches were sewn. And the wound on Si Yizhen's arm was more than three inches long. At least ten stitches were needed. How could he bear it.

The doctor calmly said, "I suggest you still choose anesthesia. Your wound needs 15 stitches and it takes at least 15 minutes to get it done. Are you sure you can tolerate such wounds?"

Si Yiming said lightly: "Let's go!"

Wen Xinya Xiu's eyebrows were tight, her face paled, her breathing became a little heavy.

"The process will be painful. Hold on." The doctor picked up the medical needle on the plate and started to sew the wound. With each stitch, the doctor started to disinfect and stop bleeding.

Si Yizhen's face was pale, with dense sweat stains on his forehead, beautiful eyebrow crests, like crested peaks and valleys, and thin lips slightly froze, and instantly hardened his beautiful face lines, showing a touch of strong perseverance Color.

"Doctor, he seems to be in pain. Could you please light it, then lightly ..." Wen Ya held his other intact hand tightly. If it weren't for the fact that his arm was stiff, she might not know that he was at this time. What kind of pain is being endured.

She thought about the events of the previous college forum. He suddenly appeared in the college student union. The students in the college all said that he was like a man, like a thought, like a man like gold, a man like a man like gold.

The ancients said "cutting" for bones, "coaching" for ivory, "cutting" for jade, and "grinding" for treating stones. These four things are hard things, which means that a man's temperament is as tough as a bone-cutting angle. , As noble as ivory, as refined as Liangyu, as firm as stone.

And Si Yizheng is such a person.