Marriage is sultry: Quan Shao lures his wife into addiction

Chapter 959 Mo Junbo, you are all mine!
The fruit knife missed Qi Ziqing's stomach, but once again slashed across her face and plunged into the floor, making another cut in Qi Ziqing's face.

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

Coupled with that crooked nose, Qi Ziqing was completely ruined.

Ma Yawen only felt that her eyes were darkened and she passed out.

……

Mo Junbo took Yang Lihe to the doctor, who was doing a detailed examination on her.

The wound on the neck was a small scratch, nothing serious.There are five obvious finger prints on the face, and the face is also a little swollen.

This made Mo Junbo feel distressed and blamed himself.

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

It was obvious that Ma Yawen stabbed her just now, and before he entered, she was holding her stomach, so she must have been beaten by Ma Yawen.

"How is it? Is there any problem?" Mo Junbo asked the doctor, his face was full of worry, eagerness, and heartache.

Turning to look at Yang Lihe, he asked softly, "Is there any discomfort? Did you get hit in the stomach? If there is any discomfort, don't bear it yourself, just tell me what feels uncomfortable."

Yang Lihe smiled warmly at him, and said slowly, "I don't feel any discomfort, don't be so nervous, isn't the doctor checking up. If I feel uncomfortable, I will definitely tell you."

Mo Junbo didn't speak anymore, but just looked at her with a quiet and silent face, his eyes couldn't hide the worry.

After the doctor finished the detailed examination, he smiled at Mo Junbo, "President Mo, don't worry, the young mistress is fine, and the baby is also fine. Don't worry, everything is normal. The baby is still very strong."

Hearing what the doctor said, Mo Junbo let out a long sigh of relief.Nodding his head, he said with a heavy face, "Could it be that the injury has just happened and we can't check it out? Otherwise, we'll come back for another checkup in two days?"

The doctor smiled impressively, and said slowly, "That's fine, but basically there will be no problem. If President Mo is worried, just to be on the safe side, it's okay to come back for a checkup in a week. Be more careful in the next two days, If you feel any discomfort, come to the hospital immediately. Also, it is very important to pay attention to whether there will be redness."

Yang Lihe nodded, and said seriously, "Okay, I understand."

Sucking his nose, he felt as if he smelled a bloody smell.

"Why do I smell a bloody smell? I didn't bleed, just this little wound on my neck..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Mo Junbo's chest.

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

However, inside the suit, the white shirt was a little flushed.

Also, why is there a tear in the suit jacket, and the white shirt inside is red.

Yang Lihe took a step forward and tore off his suit, only to see that the shirt inside was glowing red.

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

"Mo Junbo, you cut such a long cut, and you didn't even say it! You still carried me all the way here!" Yang Lihe looked at him in astonishment.

Although the wound was not very deep, it also cut through the flesh.

If it wasn't for wearing two pieces of clothing, wouldn't it have to be pierced in the heart?

Yang Lihe felt startled just thinking about it, and a large piece of cold sweat oozed from his back.

He must have been stabbed by the vertical piece of glass on the window sill when he lay down to grab her just now.

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

"It's just a small injury, nothing serious." Mo Junbo said with a nonchalant expression.

"Who told you it was a minor injury! Who told you it's okay!" Yang Lihe glared at him angrily, and then said with a distressed expression, "Do you think your flesh is made of iron or kneaded with flour?" , I don’t know if it hurts? Let me tell you, your whole body is mine, you take care of my things, and if you get hurt again, I’ll never end with you!”

The doctor twisted his lips into a snicker, but he didn't dare to smile too obviously.

"Doctor, treat his wound, you should sew it up! He said it doesn't hurt, so don't use anesthesia, just give him a stitch!" Yang Lihe said to the doctor who pursed his lips and chuckled.

The doctor stopped laughing, looked at her and said solemnly, "Young Mistress, President Mo doesn't need stitches for this injury, I'll give him..."

"Who said there is no need for stitches?" Before the doctor finished speaking, Yang Lihe interrupted angrily, glaring at him with resentment and said sharply, "The wound is so deep and long, it can be healed without stitches Fast? If the wound becomes inflamed, you are responsible?"

The doctor looked at her dully, then turned to look at Mo Junbo.

Mo Junbo said with a helpless and good-natured face, "She says she can get stitches, she doesn't need anesthesia, you can deal with it for me."

The doctor nodded, "Okay, I'll let other doctors come over, stitches are not my strong point."

When Ling Yue came over, the doctor was stitching Mo Junbo.

A wound as long as a palm is the full length, the deeper one is only two centimeters, and the rest is just a little scratch.

So if you sew stitches, it will look like six stitches.

No anesthesia, just like this, Yang Lihe watched the needle pick up the flesh, and then passed through, and couldn't help feeling distressed again.Looking at Mo Junbo, his eyes softened a lot, and he said to the doctor who stitched, "Be gentle, there is no anesthetic, it hurts."

Mo Junbo turned his eyes to look at her, and said unhurriedly, "Didn't you not let others beat me? It was also you who insisted on letting others sew me."

"Shut up!" Yang Lihe yelled at him angrily, with resentment on his face, "I didn't let you talk!"

Mo Junbo raised a knowing smile, but he really didn't make a sound.

"Master, young mistress." Ling Yue stood beside Mo Junbo respectfully.

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

Ling Yue nodded, "Okay."

The doctor sewed it up, applied medicine to the wound, and wrapped it in gauze.

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

Yang Lihe nodded, "Well, go home."

Ling Yue opened his mouth, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

"Ling Yue, just say what you want, hesitating, do you want to be a woman?" Yang Lihe said with an angry look at Ling Yue.

Ling Yue looked at her, and said with a straight face, "Young Mistress, Ms. Mayalan's condition seems to be getting worse. She said she wants to see you and explain it to you clearly."

Yang Lihe's face darkened, his eyes darkened, he stepped towards the door, and said to Ling Yue behind him in a deep voice, "No see! I have nothing to do with her!"

"Li... Young Mistress Mo, can you listen to my explanation?"

As soon as Yang Lihe walked out of the ward, Ma Yalan was sitting in a wheelchair at the door, looking at her with pain and pleading.

(End of this chapter)