Wen Wenya took him to the operating room prepared by the manor, and Yue Ze was about to follow, but was stopped by Gu Yuehan: "If you don't want the person bullied by your sister-in-law to become you next time, you can follow." ”

Yue Ze touched his nose, thinking of Xiaohuzi's miserable appearance of being bullied, forget it!

It's good for the sister-in-law to bully Xiaohuzi alone.

The operating room is fully equipped with the world's top medical equipment.

Doctors and nurses are already waiting in the operating room.

Wen Wenya helped Si Yiyan to lie down on the operating table.

The doctor immediately came over to examine Si Yiyan's wound.

Wen Wenya stayed aside, a little nervous, and watched the doctor first take out the scissors and cut the clothes on the edge of the wound, because the clothes on the wound were lifted, revealing the bloody hole on the arm.

Wen Wenya suddenly reached out to cover her mouth, swallowing her screaming voice into her throat, the blood hole the size of a fingernail, the flesh on both sides of the blood hole rolled outward, and the blood in the blood hole slowly overflowed outward, looking particularly terrifying.

In fact...... It's a lot better than I expected.

She remembered that the last time Si Yiyan blocked Shen Mengting's knife for her, it was also on her left arm, with a long wound, and blood kept gushing out, and soon the clothes on his entire arm were soaked.

Today, he still has a shallow scar on his arm, although it is not as ugly as it was then, but it still feels glaring when it falls on his white arm.

The doctor said: "The bullet penetrated the flesh about two centimeters, and the diameter of the wound was about twenty millimeters, and it did not hurt the muscles and bones, nor did it cause much blood loss, so the injury was not serious." ”

Wen Wenya suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the fist clenched in the palm of her hand quietly let go.

The injury had to be serious, and it was fine!

The doctor took a disinfectant cotton pad and cleaned the wound for Si Yiyan.

She has always been very aware of the pain of the alcohol-corroded wound, so she subconsciously said loudly: "Doctor, I'll come!" ”

This doctor looks very old, his hand must be unstable, what should he do if it hurts Si Yiyan? And he doesn't seem to be light or heavy, and he doesn't look like a careful person.

Miss, he is a doctor, and his hands are meant to hold a scalpel, are you sure that his hands are unstable? Are you sure it's not your delusion?

The doctor raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Wenya and said, "I'm going to clean the wound." ”

Wen Wenya hurriedly walked over, took the disinfectant cotton in the doctor's hand, and was cautious just like when she was in the Moville Mansion before, when Si Yiyan treated the whiplash on her forearm, she first gently approached the wound from the periphery......

Si Yiyan looked at her movements, her pale eyebrows were a little more soft.

Wen Wenya's movements are very careful, and from time to time he raises his eyes to observe Si Yiyan's expression, Si Yiyan is not the kind of person who will show pain, even if the pain is great, he will choose to forbear.

When the wound was cleaned, Wen Wenya keenly felt that his arm was a little stiff, and she asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?" ”

Si Yiyan shook his head and said, "It's okay, you didn't hurt me!" ”

Wen Wenya knew very well in her heart that even if it didn't hurt him, such an injury would still be very painful, not to mention the intense stimulation of the disinfectant erosion wound, ordinary people would not be able to help it.

She almost subconsciously pressed her lips to his wound, and her gentle breath sprayed on his wound, learning the same movements he had used to blow on her wound.

The pain in the wound, accompanied by a slight tingling, miraculously made his wound really not so painful.

After the wound was cleaned, the doctor prepared a sterilized scalpel and tools such as tweezers, ready to pick up the bullet for Si Yiyan.

Wen Wenya hurriedly said: "You haven't been anesthetized yet?" ”

The doctor's professionalism was questioned again and again, which made his tone not very good: "With such a small injury, Jiu Shao will never be anesthetized." ”

Wen Wenya bit her lip and swallowed the words that rushed to her lips into her stomach.

Before, Si Yiyan's arm was injured so badly, and there was no anesthesia for the stitches in the end.

The doctor said: "When you take the bullet, it may be very painful, Jiu Shao, you bear with it, I will take the bullet out as soon as possible." ”

Si Yiyan nodded: "It's okay, you can do it!" ”

The doctor took out a scalpel and made a cut in his wound suitable for taking the bullet, then pinpointed the position of the bullet and took the tweezers to clip the bullet out.

The whole process is only a minute.

But for Wen Wenya, it was as long as an hour, and she saw that the doctor was rummaging through his flesh with tweezers, and the blood kept gushing out, and the doctor took a hemostatic cotton pad and kept wiping the blood that came out.

Clusters of hemostatic cotton were thrown into the doctor's tray, and the red-dyed disinfectant cotton was presented in front of her eyes, making her heart twitch uncontrollably.

In the bloody hole the size of a fingernail, a piece of flesh and blood was blurred, and the flesh and blood cells in the skin were completely destroyed, and Wen Wenya was almost disgusted to see.

This was the first time she had seen a bullet taken from the flesh, and when the bullet entered the flesh, it would stick to the flesh fibers, so when the bullet was removed, the fine flesh fibers would be completely destroyed. The whole picture, which is both bloody and brutal, takes the bullet directly from the flesh.

During the whole process, Si Yiyan's face was pale, dense sweat covered his entire face, and his thin lips were even more pale and bloodless, he didn't cry out in pain, let alone make any sound representing pain, but Wen Wenya still saw from his Adam's apple that kept rolling up and down, and the boundless pain he endured.

It was the great pain of Ling Chi's flesh.

What kind of will does a person have to endure such pain?

How much bleeding does a person have to go through before he can face such pain?

Wen Wenya looked at the bloodstained bullet, which was still stained with fine pieces of flesh, she covered her lips and swallowed the suppressed emotions in her throat, but she couldn't control the tears in her eyes.

The doctor said: "The bullet has been taken out, and after the bleeding has stopped, you can get stitches, the wound is not big, about five stitches are fine." ”

Si Yiyan nodded without saying a word.

The doctor first cleaned Si Yiyan's wound, and simply stopped the bleeding for him, and then took out the tools for stitches to stitch for him.

It was not the first time that Wen Wenya had seen Si Yiyan's stitches, but she still couldn't bear to look at it, she said in a low voice: "Doctor, please hurry up and move lightly." ”

The doctor didn't speak, but his movements were fast and steady, and after each stitch, he quickly stopped the bleeding for him, and then began to stitch down, and the whole movement was like flowing water.

But Wen Wen Ya was unbearable.

It was as if the stitches were sewn into her heart, binding her whole heart, and she suddenly had a feeling of hatred that could not be replaced.

Si Yiyan blamed her for taking risks for him, why didn't he always take risks for her?