Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

"Ink ice?"

After a few steps, LAN Wenhua called again.

Mo Bing didn't answer. He hurriedly shouted again and again, and his tone became more and more anxious: "Mo Bing... You should give me a voice, you shouldn't give me another one, I'll touch your wound."

"You shouldn't me. I'll think you're dead."

"Get out."

Mo Bing is really angry.

I just thought this guy was a little uncomfortable.

But today, she is really angry with her teeth itching.

She's hurt. It's a wound, okay? I'm so sore and tired that I don't want to talk. Can't I stop?

Hearing Mo Bing's response, LAN Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk behind her.

"Mo Bing, I always have a question for you. Why do you always beat me?"

"And hit me in the face, you know? No one else has hit me in the face except you."

"What if I beat you up now? You beat me so many times, and I don't have a chance to fight back... Forget it. Take you to the doctor first, and I'll beat you again when the doctor says you're okay... It doesn't seem to work. I'm a big man who beats you, a woman who can't move, and I'll blame you for losing face."

LAN Wenhua talked endlessly.

He was suddenly silent.

After a while, he suddenly asked:

"Why are you with me?"

"You should know that I'm always unlucky. You're not afraid to be unlucky with me... You see, it's unlucky. You can't move when you're hurt."

"Oh, fool."

LAN Wenhua carried Mo Bing on his back. I don't know how long he walked.

Both feet lost consciousness when walking.

Finally, in the middle of the night, LAN Wenhua found a hospital in a small town.

Knocking on the door woke up the doctor who lived inside: "doctor, help... Help her..."

"Is it hurt like this? Come in quickly. I'll show you the wound first."

At first, the doctor was dissatisfied with being woken up in the middle of the night. When he saw the dead ink ice, his dissatisfaction immediately disappeared.

He hurried into the room, lit all the lights in the hospital and began to feel the pulse for Mo Bing to treat the wound.

When the doctor had treated all the wounds, LAN Wenhua asked anxiously:

"How is she, doctor?"

The doctor said, "don't worry, my life is saved, but I have to keep this injury for at least half a month."

LAN Wenhua was relieved.

"That's good, that's good... That's all right... That's all right..."

The sound behind was getting smaller and smaller. When the doctor looked back, he saw that Lan Wenhua had fainted.

Once again, this guy also turned pale. He had at least a dozen large and small injuries. Although he didn't hurt the fatal place, he didn't stop bleeding all the way. At the moment, the situation is also very bad.

"These young people are taking their lives rather than their lives."

The doctor sighed, laboriously took LAN Wenhua to another bed and began to treat his wound.

"Such a serious injury, still carrying a person, tut tut......"

The doctor muttered to himself as he dealt with the wound.

"Son, in the middle of the night, another patient came to the door?"

An old woman came out of the inner courtyard and saw two people with injuries all over. Her face changed:

"This... Son, it's all sword wounds. You... What do you want me to say about you... Such people must be in trouble. You save them... You... Hey..."

Look, the old woman sighed.

They opened a medical school and met all kinds of patients.