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After Qin bei hung up, Fu Nanli frowned. it's just a minor injury. Why are you calling her? "

you're injured. Of course, I have to tell her. Qin bei put his hand on the back of the front seat.

Fu Nanli let out a light tsk. it's just a minor injury. You'll scare her by saying that.

"Your hand was pulled by the steel bar, it's not a light injury."

Song an hurriedly pulled out some tissues and handed them to Fu Nanli. "Young master, please press on the wound to stop the bleeding."

Although Fu Nanli said it was a minor injury, the fact that the steel bar had pierced his palm and blood was flowing non-stop was indeed not a minor injury.

The car sped along the same wide road. Wen Qiao sat in the car, urging the taxi driver to drive faster from time to time. The driver said helplessly, " "Young lady, you can't go any faster. You'll be fined and have your points deducted."

Wen Qiao could only patiently wait for the traffic lights to turn red one after another, her heart filled with worry.

When they arrived at his private hospital, Wen Qiao used her phone to scan the code and pay the bill. Then, she hurriedly got out of the car and entered the hospital. The nurse at the information desk naturally recognized this girl who had once come here with the Crown Prince and immediately brought her to the director's consultation room.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Li Fang wearing a mask and holding a pair of pliers in his hand. He threw a blood-stained cotton ball into the tray.

Wen Qiao's heart was in her throat as she strode over, her voice clearly filled with worry. "Are you alright?"

Fu Nanli's injury was on his left hand. There was a two-inch-long gash on his palm that had been pulled by the steel bars on the ground. He had to disinfect it carefully. Otherwise, even tetanus could take a person's life.

He raised his right hand and rubbed her head. "I'm fine. It's just a small injury."

Wen Qiao still had lingering fear.

Was this an accident or a deliberate action?

Could it be that Fu Jiang was not the only one who wanted his life? After all, Fu Jiang was already in jail.

There were so many dangers around him, how could she not worry?

Seeing the worry in Wen Qiao's eyes, Fu Nanli held her hand and gently caressed her soft fingers. I'm really fine. Don't worry.

However, the wound on his left palm was a ghastly sight, and blood was gushing out.

He was sitting while she was standing. She reached out and hugged his head, her voice soft."Does it hurt?"

Fu Nanli smiled. No matter how painful it was, with his little friend's rare gentle voice coaxing him, it wouldn't hurt anymore.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Li Fang didn't dare to neglect. He carefully treated the wound, picked out the gravel from the wound with a pair of tweezers, and carefully disinfected it. Then, he prescribed a bottle of tetanus to put him on a drip.

He sat on the sofa, and the water in the drip tube dripped rhythmically through the thin tube into the needle and into his vein.

Wen Qiao sat beside him, accompanying him quietly.

After a while, a doctor came in and reported, " Qin bei's shoulder blade is fractured. He's in a cast and needs to rest for a while.

"I know."

"Did he block it for you?" Wen Qiao asked with lingering fear.

he reacted quickly and pushed me. The steel structure hit his back.

Although he said it so casually, Wen Qiao couldn't help but hold her breath. She said in a low voice, " "Is it an accident or something?"

Fu Nanli patted her hand lightly. I'll look into it. Don't get involved in this, you hear me? "

If she were to find out that he had set this up, it would obviously affect his image in her heart.

Wen Qiao pursed her lips. She didn't say she was going to interfere, she was just worried about him.

Fu Nanli raised his hand and pinched her face. "Did you hear that?"

"I heard it."