After his wife left, Liang Zhichen took out a handkerchief and touched the blood beads on his face, it was very painful, but he didn't seem to care at all when he looked at him.

Soon, the wife who had gone and returned re-entered the cellar.

"Come here!"

She looked a little bad.

Liang Zhichen was slightly stunned, and then obeyed his head, "What does the wife command?" ”

Dong Huiying opened the wooden box that had just arrived with a dark face, took out surgical suture tools from it, sterilized it with spirits, and then threaded the needle and thread, and closed the numbness point on his body with acupuncture needles, and then sewed up the long wound on his face.

The wooden box sent by Liang Zhichen was at the right time, and now there are a lot of medicinal materials hoarded at home, if it is said that Dong Huiying, who had no medicine and no tools before, is a clever woman who is difficult to cook without rice, just like a normal person whose limbs have been broken, she has an empty mind and can't do things, but after having the tools and a variety of medicinal materials at hand, it is like connecting all her broken arms and legs, and her skills can finally be displayed.

It took less than a quarter of an hour in total, first sewing up the wounds on his face, then pinching off a few herbal rhizomes to blend some light green liquid, evenly smearing the liquid on Liang Zhichen's face, and digging up a large lump of black scar removal cream, which made him face dirty.

After that, she packed up the wooden box and put everything back in. When he got up, he pointed to the blood stains on the ground and said, "You clean up yourself!" ”

After the words fell, she walked away with the wooden box, and didn't even bother to give him a superfluous look.

Liang Zhichen touched his chin, and then chuckled.

It's strange, he seems to have her off, but what was she angry about?

After a while, Liang Zhichen only felt that his face was painful as if he could peel off a layer of skin, and when the black scar removal plaster was washed by the skin and turned into dust and fell down, he couldn't help but touch his cheek, it turned out to be as good as ever?

It's obviously a wound made by himself, and not long ago, his wife and his wife had stitched the wound with stitches and stitches, but how long has it been? In just a quarter of an hour, less than half an hour, the wound was healed?

He even had to wonder if he was in a dream. But the blood stains on the ground but on the collar clearly reminded him that it was not a dream, he was really injured, but the wound was really healed.

For this reason, he was shocked, and it was difficult for him to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Big brother, what's the matter with your clothes?" Liang Zhichen cleaned up the bloodstains in the cellar, and when he came out of the cellar, he saw the fifth brother Liang Yuening asking this question.

Liang Zhichen touched his collar and said with a natural expression: "It's been a little hot recently, and when I came back, I wore too much, maybe I had a nosebleed just now." ”

Liang Yuening did not doubt him, and at this time, the sound of a baby crying suddenly came from next door.

Liang Yuening said with a puzzled face: "Could it be that the two mothers surnamed Wang are back?" ”

The Liang family is next to the river, the geographical location is relatively remote, the door lives a widowed Mrs. Gao, and next to it is a family surnamed Wang. However, because the wife of the family is notorious, the surname Wang rarely shows his head.

Liang Zhichen remembered that when he returned to the village, he had met Aunt Wang who was holding a small baby, and Aunt Wang's daughter Fubao, who had just arrived at Lu, his eyebrows moved, and he didn't think much about it afterwards.

But that night......