Top Spoiled Marriage: Mr Rong's Stepford Wife is a Little Sweet

The bandaged Rong Shenxing was followed by a group of doctors and nurses with different expressions on their faces.

Most are still embarrassed and flustered.

Ji Wuyou looked at him carefully. His face looked very bad. It seemed that after wiping the fine beads of sweat with a towel cloth, it seeped out again layer by layer.

The perspiration that seeps out hangs on the forehead, can let a person feel the hair behind the back is cold.

The doctor in charge of the surgery came out with him. He didn't even have time to change his protective clothing. Seeing Rong Shenxing's cooperation with the operation, he was leaving in a hurry. He almost didn't fall off the operating table.

If the second childe Nie Yunchen and the one in the presidential palace knew that they dared to slack off a little, I'm afraid it would be difficult for this hospital to be based in Rongcheng.

"I ask you, why don't you give the third uncle anesthetic? Have you tried to pull out the stick without anesthetic? As a doctor, you don't know if it hurts? If the needle doesn't pierce you, you don't know if it hurts?" Ji Wuyou's red color disappeared and once again poured out.

The doctors and nurses were scolded by the woman called "three uncles" of Rongshen behavior. They knew that the relationship was unusual. Naturally, they were trembling.

"Yes..."

Someone tried to open his mouth and was turned back by Ji Wuyou's uncontrollable emotion.

Rong Shenxing stood there and looked at her almost madly criticizing the doctor's behavior. His eyes were a little dark, but he didn't have time to think too much. He stopped Ji Wuyou: "I asked."

Ji Wuyou obviously feels that his teeth are sour.

She retreated silently. Then she lowered her head, pursed her lips and looked at Rong Shenxing. Although the wooden strip had been pulled out, the bandage was still stained with dazzling bright red.

"Third uncle, does it hurt?"

Ji Wuyou held his elbow in his left hand and his palm in his right hand, just as he believed in the Buddha. Her tone was full of crying, the love at the bottom of her eyes, and the pity in her words.

Clearly, clearly.

Rong Shenxing felt a lump in his throat. He especially didn't want to see Ji Wuyou like this. Just because of their first face, she looked at him with such eyes.

Look at him, it's like... Pity him?!

Rong Shenxing narrowed his eyes. He had received two heavy gunshot wounds, one in his arm and one close to his lungs, but he was still able to cross the war zone and win.

These are nothing at all!

Finally, Rong Shenxing raised another intact hand and touched Ji Wuyou's hair top with his cold fingertips. His face looked determined: "I don't hurt at all. You... Can sink back first!"

"Where is the third uncle going again? Go to the stadium, right? The accident in the stadium is not a simple accident, right? Why is the third uncle obviously injured? Why is it clear that the third uncle is not only able to preside over the overall situation, but also needs you to go back?" Ji Wuyou dare not hold his hand and is afraid that he will break free from himself.

So I had to pull his sleeve.

The strength she used proved her persistence.

"Miss worry free..."

Rong Keshen was interrupted by Ji Wuyou before she spoke. Her voice was a little cold, more like a willful child who couldn't get candy: "but don't persuade me. Uncle three is playing with his life. Can't you see? Why do you stay with Uncle three all the time, but never persuade him?

"He was injured twice in order to save me. Now he must go back for further treatment instead of returning to the scene of the accident!"