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Chapter 592 Don't Curse My Daughter

Originally Zeng's attention was focused on Xu Lele, but when Tian Qinghong called out so intimately, she immediately turned the gun and aimed at him, "Chun Ling is your name! How shameless!"

Tian Qinghong squeezed out a bitter smile, "Yes, my aunt taught me..." But I was thinking in my heart, if Chunling's mother knew that Chunling was once his concubine, how would she thank her...

With Tian Qinghong's unintentional interruption, Xu Lele's side was much more secure. After the needle was done, Doctor Lin just came in with the medicinal soup.

"Feed her now?" Dr. Lin asked.

Xu Lele stared at the wound on Yang Chunling's neck and shook her head, "Don't worry, go outside and ask your aunt if you have any embroidery needles." The wound is too long, and it will bleed if you move it, so it needs to be stitched up to be safe.

"Embroidery needles?" Dr. Lin narrowed his eyes and instantly understood what Xu Lele meant, but he stood there strangely and said hesitantly, "This needle will leave scars, so won't she be pointed at for the rest of her life?" ..."

Xu Lele was about to kneel down to Dr. Lin's brain circuit, "It's this time, and I still think about those things, so why don't I just die?"

After hearing what she said, Dr. Lin also recalled it, and said with a embarrassed expression: "I was thinking wrong, and I didn't put saving lives first. I'm ashamed. I'm not as transparent as Miss Xu."

"Okay, it's important to get the needle quickly." Xu Lele didn't mean to blame him, knowing that the difference was only caused by their different ideas.

Without further hesitation, Dr. Lin put down the medicinal soup and turned around to ask for an embroidery needle.

Fearing that there were not enough embroidery needles, he brought all the embroidery needles given by his aunt, held them and asked, "Which one do you think is suitable?"

Xu Lele carefully looked at the needle handed over by Dr. Lin, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the ingenuity of the ancient craftsmen. The thinnest one can be called as thin as a cow's hair, so he picked it up and said, "Just this one."

Holding the needle in her hand, Xu Lele threaded it carefully. If it was thinner, the scar would be lighter. As for the suture, she could only use ordinary embroidery thread.

When she heard that Xu Lele wanted embroidery needles, Mrs. Zeng stopped talking to Tian Qinghong, but raised her ears curiously, why did the broom star want embroidery needles?

Because it was a liquor store, Xu Lele directly asked the aunt to bring the liquor with the highest concentration, then soaked the needle and thread in it, and washed her hands with the liquor as well.

After everything was ready, Xu Lele took a deep breath, and slowly brought the embroidery needle close to the hideous wound on Yang Chunling's neck.

Just as she was about to use force, she heard a scream, "Stop!" She was so intimidated that she focused on the wound and almost inserted the needle in the wrong place.

Dr. Lin, who was also engrossed next to him, was also bluffed, and shouted at Zeng who made a stern face, "Okay, what are you doing!"

"What am I doing?! I still want to ask you why!?" Zeng's voice was louder than Dr. Lin's, and he pointed at Xu Lele with trembling fingers and said, "What do you think my daughter is? Is it a piece of rag!"

Xu Lele frowned and explained patiently, "Her wound is too long and deep. Although she didn't hurt the artery, it's hard to say if she can survive if left alone."

"Ah bah! I'm telling you! Stop cursing my daughter!" Zeng yelled with her eyes wide open. If Tian Qinghong hadn't stopped in front of her desperately, that hand might have scratched Xu Lele's face directly.

(End of this chapter)