The little princess is seriously injured and hospitalized!

A shocking news, like an atomic bomb exploded in Kyoto, instantly spread to the ears of everyone who should know.

Officialdom, and even many other people and places, knew the news.

Newspaper media, online communication, and various channels are reporting the news.

This time, because of her injury, Wanqing stepped into the front desk and stood in the most dazzling position and became the focus of everyone's attention!

Seriously injured and hospitalized?

Jie Ziwei slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table.

How so?

The injury on Qingqing's leg was not very serious, it was just splashed on it by a few drops of sulfuric acid, why is this happening now?

What kind of accident happened?

All the rumors are that because of the infection caused by sulfuric acid, the wound expanded, and even caused a high fever and other problems, so the little princess who has always been low-key was admitted to the hospital for treatment.

Jie Ziwei couldn't deal with urgent matters, and he didn't even make a phone call.

He stood up directly and quickly drove to visit Wanqing's condition.

When I left the hospital the day before yesterday, Wanqing was still very good and left alive.

He felt that if there should be a person hospitalized between him and Wanqing, or if the wound was infected, it should be him, not Wanqing.

How can a few small wounds on the legs burned by sulfuric acid become infected?

Jie Zi stroked his chest slightly, he had a large burn on his chest, and in order to protect Wanqing, he blocked all the sulfuric acid that spilled from Chu Keke's hand.

If he hadn't kicked Chu Keke in time, only a small half of the sulfuric acid in the bottle would have been poured on him, and the result would have been even worse.

It seems that the concentration of these sulfuric acids is not very high, but his skin has also caused a large area of wounds, and there are many parts that have been splashed, not only on the chest, but also on the abdomen and arms, and there are also scars of varying degrees in some places.

Only his face was not, and he used his arm to protect the face that had brought disaster to the country and the people.

"Wanqing, how are you?"

Jie Ziwei got into the car before he had time to call Wanqing, and it took a while for Wanqing to answer his call.

"Dizziness."

Wanqing's voice is still indifferent and calm.

"How's your injury?"

"I can't die."

From Wanqing's tone, he couldn't hear any emotion, and he frowned slightly, he was worried that those sulfuric acid splashed on Wanqing's legs would leave scars, and if they were infected, even if they used cosmetic surgery in the future, they might not be able to completely eliminate those scars.

"How are you hurting?"

"Infected."

Wanqing's tone was still flat, as if she was just saying that the weather was not very good today, and there was no emotion in it.

"I'm almost there, I'm going to see you."

"You don't have to come to see me, I'm fine, I'll be fine in a few days."

"I've arrived, and I didn't bring you flowers."

Jie Ziwei shook his head and said, he came in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to buy a bouquet of flowers for Wanqing.

"Take my favorite flowers."

Wanqing said with a smile, this person is running really fast, has he been talking for a few minutes?

"Okay, what more do you want?"

"Nope."

Wanqing smiled and winked at the person sitting on the edge of the bed: "I don't know if he remembers, what color of perfume lily I like." ”

"Doesn't he remember everything you like?"

"Yes, nothing has gone wrong until now, terrible memory."

"Is it because you care, or because you ......"

A middle-aged man sat on the edge of the bed, smiled and did not continue to ask.

"Daddy, do you want to see him?"

"I haven't seen you for a long time, I also want to see what he has become now, he has been in the limelight recently."

"Hmm."

Wanqing lowered her head, and her legs under the quilt were very tightly bandaged, and they were re-processed and bandaged.

Wound infection......

Thinking of this, a hint of dark color flashed in Wanqing's eyes, but she immediately returned to her original plain and quiet.

"Wanqing, you have to be careful, I'm afraid there will be scars on your legs."

"It doesn't matter, I rarely wear a skirt anyway."

A touch of sadness flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, which young woman doesn't like to be pretty?

Even if they are not pretty, they want to have a healthy body, fair and delicate skin, especially a pair of legs, women want to have a pair of beautiful and slender legs, and they can wear beautiful dresses.

Jie Ziwei was in a very bad mood, hurriedly bought a bouquet of perfume lilies, and hurried to the ward.

If you leave a scar on your legs, you will never be able to wear a skirt in the future, right?

He remembered that Wanqing rarely wore skirts, but if she wore skirts, she always didn't like to wear stockings, she didn't like to breathe, and she always ran around with her bare legs and a skirt.

That kind of evening sunshine is still not a lady, or she never wanted to be a lady.

"Late ......"

Jie Zi pushed open the door slightly and walked in quickly, but he hurriedly stopped, stood straight in front of the door, and saluted respectfully, and on the edge of the hospital bed inside, a middle-aged man was sitting.

He didn't expect this father who was also there, Wanqing's father, the master at the top of the pyramid!

Saluting, he maintained an upright posture, his back was straight, and it was an accident and a surprise to see Wanqing's father here.

"Ziwei, I haven't seen you for many years, and your appearance hasn't changed much."

"Yes."

Jie Ziwei replied respectfully with a word, looking at the middle-aged man, he did not avoid the middle-aged man's gaze, in the eyes of this person, maybe all his thoughts could not be hidden.

Honest and respectful, he was like a green pine, with a bouquet of perfume lilies in his hand, and stood there looking at the sunset.

"Wanqing, how are your injuries?"

"Nothing, bandaged again, some infected."

Wanqing's spirit didn't look very good, there was a faint flush on her face, maybe she was still feverish.

Jie Zi slightly carried the perfume lily and frowned slightly, why was it suddenly infected?

This question was hidden in the bottom of his heart, but in the face of Wanqing's father, he had no way to ask it.

"Ziwei, come and sit, don't be restrained."

"Yes."

Jie Ziwei walked to the head of Wanqing's bed, inserted the snow-white perfume lily into the water bottle, and pulled a chair to sit at the foot of the bed.

He wanted to lift the quilt and see how Wanqing's leg injury was, but he couldn't do such a thing in front of that person.

"Ziwei, you didn't protect Wanqing."

The middle-aged man's tone was low and soft, but he had an indescribable majesty, not angry and arrogant.

One sentence made Jie Ziwei stand up immediately, and said uprightly: "Yes, it's my fault, I am willing and should be punished." ”

Wanqing smiled and said, "Dad, don't scare Ziwei, if he hadn't been in front of me at that time, I don't know what kind of injury I would have been." In order to protect me, Ziwei was seriously injured, but in order not to delay work, he did not rest and treat. ”

"Don't talk to him."

The middle-aged man glanced at Wan Qing, and Wan Qing pursed her lips: "What I said is the truth, if those sulfuric acid are splashed on my face, I'm afraid you won't know me now." ”

The middle-aged man frowned, looking at Wanqing helplessly, this daughter usually never had to worry about him, and he wouldn't ask him to do anything, so if Wanqing was coquettish, he really didn't have anything to do.

I thought that if those sulfuric acid were poured on Wanqing's face......

At that time, if there was no meson micro blocking Chu Keke......

A heavy chill flashed in the depths of the middle-aged man's eyes, and he didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be.

He looked at Jie Ziwei, through the clothes on his body, he could see the traces of bandaging, Wanqing's legs, but because of a few drops of sulfuric acid splashed, it became like this, I heard that Jie Ziwei's chest and abdomen were full of scars, and the flesh and blood were blurred at that time, and I didn't know how serious the injury was.

"Ziwei, I see that your face is not good, is it uncomfortable? It seems that you also have a fever, it can't be a wound infection, right? ”

Wanqing looked at Jie Ziwei with worried eyes, looking very worried.

"A little low-grade fever, out of the way."

Jie Ziwei still stood straight at the foot of the bed, bowing his head with a good attitude of admitting his mistake.

There are not many people who can make him like this, such as the one in front of him.

"Don't be so careless, the work will never be done, go back to the hospital for a good check-up, I'm worried about your injury."

Wanqing rarely showed a gentle lady's face, which made Jie Ziwei feel a little unaccustomed.

"Wanqing, it's all because I didn't protect you well, your legs are ......"

Jie Zi stretched out his hand slightly apologetically and gently placed it on Wanqing's feet, although through the quilt, Wanqing's feet still felt the strength of his big hand.

His eyes flashed with apology, remorse, and other emotions.

I don't know if there will be such a result, if he knew, he would rather not have the unexpected drama that was secretly added by Feng Zikai later.

Although the ending he saw now was far better than he expected, he didn't want to see Wanqing's leg injured, leaving a scar.

Those scars that will never disappear will be a pain in his heart!

"It's not a big deal, it's nothing compared to the injuries you suffered."

"But you can't wear a skirt casually in the future, I must find a way to try to eliminate the scar on your leg."

The middle-aged man smiled, stood up and said, "Don't delay the two of you complaining to each other, Ziwei, send me out." ”

"Yes."

Jie Ziwei got up, walked to the door in a few steps, bowed his head and respectfully opened the door for the middle-aged man, and glanced at Wanqing to send the middle-aged man out.

There were a few guards in the long corridor, and there was a quiet place around, and Jie Ziwei suddenly understood that there were these guards, not because Wanqing was hospitalized here, but because of the arrival of this person.

He was able to come in, apparently with tacit consent.

The middle-aged man was silent, and Jie Ziwei didn't dare to speak easily, so he lowered his head and stood behind the middle-aged man and waited.

"Wanqing is a good boy, and I didn't have to worry about it from childhood to adulthood."

"Yes."

"You've had a good relationship since childhood, and this time you tried your best, but you still didn't protect her."

"It's my fault, I'm willing to accept your punishment."