Hearing this, Qin Baiyu looked at her and shook his head slowly.

Wen Zhiyuan was injured, and Mu Yi really didn't say anything about it.

But it is enough to prove that Mu Yi is also unaware.

Yan Shiqi's eyes flickered slightly, and he inadvertently looked at the second floor, "I want to go and see!"

At this moment, Qiao Mu's eyes moved away from the screen of his mobile phone and glanced at her, "Then brother and sister, let's go and take a look, tell me if it's dead or alive." After all, I kicked her wound open. ”

Yan Shiqi turned his eyes to look at Qiao Mu's smiling tone, and then looked at the silent man beside him.

After a few seconds, she nodded and got up, "Okay, then I'll go up and have a look." ”

She also wanted to know if Wen Zhiyuan would be fine.

Anyway, before Orange Orange doesn't come back, Wen Zhiyuan must live.

……

In the guest room, the Leng family's physician assistant was restitching Wen Zhiyuan's wound.

She lay on her back on the bed, her cheeks pale and bloodless, her hands still clutching the sheets.

Seeing this scene, Yan Shiqi looked away very calmly.

The third sister and his wife stood on the side, probably because the wound was too bloody, and the third brother-in-law held Qin Bai Nuan into his arms, and kept patting her back with one hand to comfort her.

Leng Yiyan stood at the back of the crowd, he kept his head down, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but the muscles of his cheeks kept trembling, as if he was trying his best to hide something.

"Hurt ......"

Wen Zhiyuan muttered like a murmur on the bed, and the doctor's assistant paused for a second while tying the knot, "Bear with it." ”

This person is the assistant of the family doctor, and his master is currently treating Old Man Leng in the old mansion, and he has no time to come to the Dijing Courtyard.

Of course, for such a trivial matter as sewing needles, there is no need for his master to come out.

On the side of the Leng family's old house, it is said that it was because of this woman that a fierce conflict broke out.

He has served the Leng family for nearly five years, and he has never seen such a thing.

Yes, this woman who confuses the Leng family, he can't have a good attitude.

Yan Shiqi approached from the door, she stood directly by the bed, and a pair of clear eyes fell on Wen Zhiyuan's face impartially.

The two of them met their eyes, one calm and calm, the other apprehensive.

Yan Shiqi never spoke, and her gaze made the seriously injured Wen Zhiyuan a little powerless to resist.

She quickly opened her eyes and looked at Leng Yiyan from afar, as if she was just about to speak, the moment the doctor's assistant cut off the thread, her hand seemed to tremble, and she pulled her wound.

"Hmm...... Hurt...... You tap ......" Wen Zhiyuan's head instantly sweated.

The doctor's assistant ignored it, and when she put the scissors down, she looked at her sinuous and twisted wound, "Who sewed these needles and threads on you?"

Where is the doctor so irresponsible, this kind of stitching technique, it will be difficult for your belly not to leave a scar in the future!"

Wen Zhiyuan's eyes were obviously crossed with a trace of panic, and he asked in a weak voice, "Doctor, I don't want to leave a scar, can you help me re-stitch it up?"

"No!" the assistant doctor glanced at her and gave a more professional objection, "I think it's been more than four or five days since your wound healed."

If the place where the line is opened is not due to the wound tear caused by the impact of external forces, it will be healed in a few days.

Most of your flesh and skin have been adhered to, and if you want to re-stitch it, there is only one way, I will use a scalpel to re-cut all your wounds and close them, can you stand it?"