After we broke up, a big boss in the Beijing circle kidnapped me to get my certificate.

Chapter 11 Toxic
Ye Zehong's face darkened. Of course he knew that what Lu Yao was vomiting was blood.

However, there was no way to accurately determine why he was vomiting blood in the dark.

He grabbed Lu Yao's other arm and pulled her away.

Lu Yao struggled for a moment: "What do you want to do?"

Ye Zehong didn't respond to her, he just held her in his arms and returned to the west wing of Meiyuan as quickly as possible.

He placed Lu Yao on the sofa and sat down. He went out for 5 minutes and returned to the room carrying a white box.

Sullenly, he cut the sleeves off her arms.

"you."

Lu Yao wanted to accuse him of being a gangster, but she was shocked by the red, swollen, bleeding pus wound on her arm, and her heart trembled slightly.

How could she not know that her arm was seriously injured?
The tender white arm was swollen into a dough stick, and the pus and blood were mixed together, which was shocking.

"hiss."

Lu Yao was awakened by the sting, and shrank her hand. She looked down at Ye Zehong with a sullen face, quickly wiping the red and swollen wound with cotton dipped in iodine. The iodine blended into the wound, doubling the pain and making his painful eyes black.

"Ye Zehong, can you slow down and be gentle?"

"You have been poisoned. The poison has spread to the entire arm. If you don't debridement quickly, you will be amputated!"

Lu Yao was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She looked at the injured arm with blurred eyes, trembling all over, her face turned pale, and her eyes were filled with fear.

almost...

Before she could find out anything, she had to lend a hand first!

Ye Zehong caught a glimpse of the fear in her eyes, his face became gloomier, and he clenched his jaw.

He took out a roll of gauze from the white box and handed it to her.

The voice was a little softer: "There is no anesthetic in the medicine box. If you can't help but feel the pain after the debridement, just bite the gauze."

Lu Yao's hands and feet were cold and she nodded dully.

Ye Zehong put on sterile gloves, picked up the scalpel, and opened the wound. Puss and blood instantly gush out and drip onto the ground, a bright red color that is addictive.The pain of cutting open the arm without anesthesia hurt not only the wound, but also the whole body, as if the flesh was being peeled off from the body. The pain was so painful that Lu Yao almost fainted.

She gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain, and her uninjured hand tightly grasped the corner of Ye Zehong's clothes.

At this time, the only person she could trust was the man in front of her who had been with her for three years.

She showed her inner fragility and fear in front of him one by one.

Ye Zehong's heart softened, and he said in a warm and distressed voice: "Please bear with it a little longer. Once the drainage is done, we'll suture it immediately."

Lu Yao slowly closed her eyes, enduring the pain beyond her tolerance every second.

Ye Zehong skillfully and professionally performed intubation and drainage, and then sutured the wound perfectly with superb skills.

When the gauze was sewn up, his fingertips inadvertently touched her smooth and tender skin. The touch was cold and refreshing, and along with the pain, her heart trembled.

With her eyes closed, she was particularly sensitive to his touch.

After treating the wound, he looked at his arm that had swollen to twice its size and frowned.

"Ye Zehong." Lu Yao felt his movements stop, slowly opened her eyes, and whispered his name.

Ye Zehong raised his eyes and looked at her.

"The wound has been treated. I will thank you properly another day. You should go back first..." Miss Qiao should be waiting for you...

After she finished speaking, she took her arm back and held it up so as not to interfere with the newly stitched wound.

Ye Zehong's black eyes flashed with coldness: "Debridement does not mean that everything will be fine. If antibiotics are not given in time to reduce inflammation, necrosis will occur and amputation will still be necessary."

"Then you have to go to the hospital quickly for infusion."

Lu Yao's hands and feet instantly felt cold, and her heart was hanging again. She was pushed back to the sofa just as she was about to stand up, struggling to stand up.

Ye Zehong was afraid that the sutured wound would split, so he reminded him softly: "Going to the hospital now is undoubtedly an act of self-exposure."

Lu Yao was confused and asked: "What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)