After wearing the book, the big guys are vying to help me raise my cubs

Chapter 343 You Are Not Painful
Coaxed one by one to fall asleep, Zheng Xiaoyu came out of the room and saw Shangguan Ye and Yang Motian coming up one after the other, Shangguan Ye was still holding the medicine box in his hand.

"Hi Xiaoyu~" Yang Motian waved at her, wearing a red floral shirt with only one or two buttons down, there seemed to be traces left by a woman on his neck.

In line with his usual flamboyant personality.

Shangguan Ye nodded to her: "How is Qinghan?"

"Are you still alive?" Yang Motian asked carelessly.

Zheng Xiaoyu gave him a hard look, she couldn't speak human words.

Ignoring him, seeing that they all seemed to know the situation, he guided them to the bedroom, "The doctor helped him treat the wound, but now he seems to have a fever."

Shangguan Ye stepped forward to check, removed the gauze on his arm, his brows furrowed slightly: "The bullet hasn't been taken out yet."

"What?" Zheng Xiaoyu's heart trembled.

Shangguan Ye skillfully put on the medical gloves, and gave him an injection of antibiotics and anesthetic first, because the bullet was sunk deep, so it was necessary to dig deep...

Zheng Xiaoyu looked at it with distress, and silently looked away.

"Eh!" Leng Qinghan was startled awake by the pain, and let out a muffled moan from his throat.

Zheng Xiaoyu held his hand, raised the other hand to cover his eyes, and leaned over to his ear, "It's okay, it's okay, bear with it, it will be fine soon..."

Yang Motian and Shangguan Ye looked at each other in surprise.

Is she trying to appease the child?
And why is the scene where the object is Leng Qinghan so funny!
"Cough." Yang Motian coughed, seeing her so nervous, he comforted her: "Oh, don't worry, Shangguan's skills are very good."

Zheng Xiaoyu gave him another hard look quietly, "You don't hurt."

Yang Motian raised his hand to express his surrender.

Take it out and sew it up with an automatic stapler, then Shangguan Ye bandaged him up, glanced at Zheng Xiaoyu, "It's done."

Zheng Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, she had never seen such a scene since she was a child, she couldn't help but tremble with fear, and her palms were sweaty.

Leng Qinghan couldn't help making a sound at the first moment, but she didn't make a sound at all later, her eyes were covered by her, and she could feel the trembling between her fingers.

Zheng Xiaoyu put down his hands, looked at him and smiled: "It's all right."

Leng Qinghan closed her eyes.

"Oh, it makes me want to find a wife and go home." Yang Motian sat aside and said enviously.

Shangguanye packed up his things and asked, "What's the matter? Is it Leng Jianxing's hands?"

Leng Qinghan sighed softly: "I don't know."

"Could it be from Europe?" Yang Motian asked tentatively.

Europe?

Zheng Xiaoyu was slightly taken aback, what does Leng Qinghan have to do with that side?
Yang Motian glanced at Zheng Xiaoyu and didn't continue, "Hey, I'll check it out, you should just rest."

Leng Qinghan's eyes were deep, "Check out Xiao Han's details for me."

Little Han?

Zheng Xiaoyu looked at him in surprise.

Yang Motian and Shangguan Ye looked at each other, nodded and left without asking any further questions.

Zheng Xiaoyu found him a T-shirt to put on, looked at him full of questions, but didn't say anything, and got ready to go to bed after applying the skin care products.

Leng Qinghan felt that Zheng Xiaoyu was beyond his expectations every time, and was calmer than he imagined. Now that she still has the mind to apply skin care products at this time, she would have been scared away if she was any other woman.

After all, the fact that he encountered such a thing meant that his side was very dangerous.

In fact, Zheng Xiaoyu is scared, but think about it, what is more frightening than her wearing a book?
(End of this chapter)