The group pet ancestor of the paranoid boss

Huo Tingmo, who saw Lu Tingjiu's wound, could hardly look away.He didn't even dare to look at the girl in his arms.

On the contrary, Lu Tingjiu Xu leaned on him for a long time, and only after the suffocating pain in his heart dissipated slowly did he move in his arms.

"Wine?"

When Lu Tingjiu made a slight movement, Huo Tingmo looked at her.

But Lu Tingjiu almost buried his head in his arms.

When Huo Tingmo looked down, he could only see the side face of Lu Tingjiu.

"Ting Mo, you need to disinfect it first. The nerve line and subcutaneous tissue were injured, and it almost reached the bone. Needle... definitely needs to be sutured."

After checking with medical tools, Rong Qijin said in a deep voice.

After listening carefully, there was a faint tremor in his seemingly quiet voice.

And Rong Qijin has been a doctor for more than 20 years, and has undergone countless operations, and she is used to seeing injuries that are many times more serious than Lu Tingjiu's palm.

The vibrato in his voice wasn't just because of Lu Tingjiu's injury.

And when he heard about the need for stitches, Lu Qilin who was on the side was almost on the verge of going into a rage.Seeing my little sister was so hurt that she couldn't speak, my heart ached so badly.

This is the first time she has suffered such pain since she grew up.

They have carefully protected her in their hearts since childhood.

When Rong Qijin was about to clean the wound with sterile water, he had just approached it.Lu Tingjiu shrinks into Huo Tingmo's arms.

As soon as she moved, Huo Tingmo's tense nerves along the way almost broke.

"Jiujiu," Huo Tingmo held her tightly in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her hair comfortingly, "Jiujiu, bear with it, bear with it, um, okay?"

He knew she was afraid of pain.

When she just grabbed her wrist, she said she was in pain.

Not to mention the wound that scratches the palm.

From the scratch to the present, she didn't say a word, it was obviously in extreme pain.

Although Huo Tingmo and Lu Qilin continued to comfort him with warm voices.

But there is still no way.

As soon as Rong Qijin approached, Lu Tingjiu's whole body, including his injured left hand, kept shrinking back.

There is no way to do disinfection cleaning at all.

When receiving a call from Lu Qilin, Mrs. Yi happened to be beside Huai Zhi.

When you come along.

The moment she saw the wound on Jiujiu's palm, Madam Yi's eyes turned red.

"Years old."

Mrs. Yi looked at the girl in Huo Tingmo's arms, walked over and touched her hair, and said distressedly, "Why is it hurt so badly?"

After hearing Mrs. Yi's words, Huo Tingmo's cold face remained unchanged, but his subordinates hugged Lu Tingjiu a little tighter.Cold eyes overflowed from the dark eyes.

And Lu Tingjiu, who was in a trance of pain, heard the familiar voice in his memory, raised his head slightly from Huo Tingmo's arms, "...Mummy Xiaoxiao?"

Madam Yi looked at her little face that was almost soaked in cold sweat and her red eyes.

Unable to restrain the pity in her heart, she raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead.

When she spoke again, Mrs. Yi's voice was slightly more choked, "Mummy is here, let you Huaizhi brother treat your wound, okay?"

When Mrs. Yi was stroking Lu Tingjiu's hair comfortingly, Huai Zhi, who was following her, half-kneeled beside Lu Tingjiu to check her palms.

Huaizhi's elegant and clear face was filled with tranquility, and his clear eyes focused on the wound on Lu Tingjiu's hand.

Rong Qijin repeated the result of the inspection just now.

Another millimeter short of hurting the hand bone.

Huai Zhi, who came to a conclusion in his heart, glanced at the glaring pool of blood dripping on the ground, and his jade-like aura suddenly changed.

Thick darkness and biting chill passed through the dark eyes.

But it was fleeting.

It returned to normal soon.

Immediately, Huaizhi glanced at Lu Tingjiu.

When she was about to wash with sterile water, she also flinched.

Huai Zhi asked his mother to support Lu to listen to the wine, and then said softly, "Sui Sui, it's me, brother Huai Zhi."

Because Lu Tingjiu was held in Huo Tingmo's arms, Huaizhi couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

I can only follow some kind of induction and try my best to comfort her with a gentle voice.

"Don't prick the needle, show brother the wound."

When Huai Zhi gently held Lu Tingjiu's wrist with his palm, he said softly:

"When I was a child on the lawn in the backyard of the Lu family, it was Sui Sui who pushed my third brother to the ground, but my strength was not stable. When I fell down with him, I cried and complained to us. It was your third brother who bullied you."

While talking in a leisurely manner, Huai Zhi looked for the blood vessels on the girl's slender arm.

Lu Tingjiu, who was still in pain while leaning in the man's arms, was startled when he heard this.

I don't know why he brought it up, but he seemed to vaguely remember that incident, and retorted in a low voice, "Obviously...it's obviously Lu Heng, he...he hit me with fruit first, and I pushed—"

Before the pronunciation of the word "he" fell completely, the needle pierced into the blood vessel that had been found.

When Lu Tingjiu lost his voice in pain, Huai Zhi held the hand she wanted to withdraw.

"Just take the anesthetic and you'll be fine."

Huaizhi did debridement and sutures for Lu Tingjiu after the anesthetic had taken effect.

Three stitches.

Every needle fell on the hearts of everyone present.

After bandaging.

Huaizhi looked at Lu Tingjiu who was still being held in the arms of a man, his brows and eyes were slightly deep.

"Years old?"

When Huaizhi finally saw the girl's face clearly, he called out.

Lu Tingjiu remembered the injection that caught him off guard, and didn't look at him, and didn't speak.

Huai Zhi looked at her paper-white complexion, and a pity flashed in the depths of his eyes.After a slight sigh, he fed a sugar pill into her mouth, "Don't touch the water, avoid spicy food, I will change the medicine every day."

At this time.

Huai Zhicai looked at the man who had been holding Suisui in his arms all the time, with a cold expression on his face, but nervously looking at Suisui in his eyes, "Mr. Huo."