Chapter 638: Did not excuse my sister

Chapter 638 did not excuse my sister
Li Fang thought, isn't it because the young master wants to use actual actions to prove that he is not seriously injured and allay your worries?
A nurse pushed a wheelchair over there, Wen Qiao helped him: "Sit down quickly."
Fu Nanli had changed into a blue and white striped hospital gown. He was sickly pale at the moment due to excessive blood loss. Qin Bei pushed the wheelchair to the inpatient department, Wen Qiao followed him and held his hand.
When they arrived in the ward, everyone walked away. Wen Qiao helped him onto the bed, and then sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to unbutton the buttons of his hospital gown, and Fu Nanli held it down, "What are you doing?"
Wen Qiao pushed away his hand: "Let me see your injury."
Fu Nanli grabbed her hand again, "It is bandaged, there is gauze, and the wound is not visible."
Wen Qiao raised his eyes and saw that there were blood stains on his neck that had not been wiped clean. He quickly rummaged through the boxes and found a pack of wet tissues, took one out, and carefully wiped him, "Why is there blood here?"
"Probably it was accidentally splashed when drawing the knife just now, minor injuries, don't worry."
Wen Qiao threw the wet tissue in his hand, the smell of gunpowder in his voice was obvious, "I'll go to her to settle the account!"
The wrist was caught, "Come back."
Wen Qiao was angrily: "Why could she hurt you? Why are you with her?"
Fu Nanli's wound was a little painful, and she leaned against the bedside, holding her hand, fearing that when she let go, the little wolf cub would go to him and complain.
"She said something in front of my mother and grandpa, with the intention of sabotage, I warned her a few words."
Wen Qiao calmed down suddenly, turned his head to look at him, and looked at him.
Fu Nanli rubbed her fingers: "What are you looking at?"
"Brother Nanli, are you using the radical technique?"
Fu Nanli chuckled, "What do you mean?"
"Did you deliberately anger He Yan and let her hurt you, so you have a reason to punish her by law?"
Fu Nanli's expression was too calm, and she didn't even tremble her eyelids. "I really didn't think she would hurt me with a knife."
Wen Qiao approached, "Dare you say that you really don't have this idea? How can you try your own risk and make jokes about your safety?"
Fu Nanli chuckled: "My kid, your brain is too big, I just wanted to warn her, I didn't expect her to go crazy."
Wen Qiao squinted, "Is it really not because He Jun is your good friend? If it wasn't for your injury, you really can't afford to let He Yan be brought to justice?"
Fu Nanli knocked her head: "Okay, don't be too far-fetched with fantasies, He Yan is not worthy of me to pull myself in."
Wen Qiao looked angrily, "Do you hurt?"
Fu Nanli's lips were white, and the knife pierced fiercely. At this time, the anesthesia effect disappeared, and even the breathing involved pain. "Fortunately, it is skin trauma."
Wen Qiao felt distressed, but couldn't help him share the pain.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. He Jun came in. The first sentence he asked when he came in was ‘are you okay? ’
Fu Nanli thought, if He Jun ignored his injury and only wanted to intercede for his sister, then he would let He Yan sit in the prison.
He asked, "Are you okay?" Fu Nanli's face was not so ugly, and she said solemnly, "Lucky, your sister got the knife wrong."
"Sorry." He Jun said, his expression was complicated, like a throat, he really didn't know what to say for a while.
(End of this chapter)