Chapter 81: Are there any injuries?

When Xi Muqiao got out of the infusion room, they saw that they were lying on the ground, all of them were blood, and they couldn't climb up. So they rushed into the infusion room and helped Xi Muche to help the wound.
In the end, what hatreds and grievances, my brothers are like this.
Xi Muche took the hemostatic gauze from the nurse and pressed it on his nose. His shirt was soaked in blood. He got up and ignored the nurses’ persuasion and pushed the nurse in front of him. He walked outside the door, he was going to see the face.
After Xi Muche cleaned up, it was half an hour later, he lowered his head and walked behind him in the ward of the face.
Xi Muqiao’s foot was too embarrassing. He played his internal organs like a shifting position. The entire xiong cavity was tumbling over the sea. Several times blood rushed into his throat, and he was bitten by his teeth. Going down, it hurts a lot, but he doesn't want to fall down in front of Xi Muqiao, and he doesn't want him to look down. He can only lie.
Although he doesn't like Xi Muqiao very much, he does not deny that he is still very afraid of him. The fear has been infiltrated into the bones since childhood, which is why the children of the family listen to Xi Muqiao.
When Xi Muqiao didn't talk, he was expressionless, and his body was exuding a kind of extremely cold and cold, and the deep black eyes staring at them were bright and clear, but they made them feel chilly.
Before Mo Yanyan’s ward, Xi Muche stopped,
big, big brother.

Xi Muqiao took the door handle and prepared to open the door. He turned his head and stared at him. His face was tight and there was no intention to speak.
I was very anxious to see the face immediately, but when he stood in front of the door, he was timid, and he was afraid to see the faceless face of the face.
Xi Muqiao knew what he meant. He gently unscrewed the big door and snorted. "Xi Muche, don't let me look down on you. It's all caused by yourself."
After all, I stopped paying attention to him and took the lead and went in.
It is already 11 o'clock in the evening, but Yuan Sufei has no trace of sleepiness. She is sitting on the side of Chuang and has been staring at Mo Yanyan on the sick chuang, for fear of some accidents.
"mom."
Yuan Sufei quickly got up and whispered, "How is Grandma?"
Xi Muqiao helped her to sit down and sit down, watching the tired face of her mother, whispering comfortably. "Nothing, the results are normal, and I can go home tomorrow."
Yuan Sufei was relieved. The tiredness on his face was obvious. It was not too small to have an accident. The old one followed the accident. That family is really messy.
Xi Muche looked up and the voice was very low. "The big aunt."
Yuan Sufei turned his head and looked at it. He saw the cracked green lips and the swollen nose.
Her heart was tight, and she hurried forward to look at him. She knew that Muchao’s temper and love for her face could not escape. When she saw that he had only a wound on his face, her heart was Loose.
This generation only has two males, Xi Muqiao and Xi Muche. She and the old lady have the same idea. How strong is the family, and no one can rely on Mu Qiao. He needs help, and he will rely on this. The two brothers stood up together.
But she didn't know that the injury on Xi Muche's face was a trivial matter. The important thing was that Xi Muqiao had a strong foot. He had a lot of heart in his heart and wanted him to suffer a bit. This foot couldn't hurt his key, but also Enough for him, these days are uncomfortable.
"Mucher, don't blame your big brother, not the big aunt who said you, you are really doing something wrong."
Yuan Sufei looked at his red eyes, and he couldn't tell the words of blame. Both of them were their own children, which made her sad.
At this moment, Xi Muche is like a child who has done something wrong. He has no regrets. He has no mother since he was a child. Besides growing up in his old house, he is very respectful to Yuan Sufei, just like his mother.
"The big aunt, no, it is my own deserved."
"I am going to see your grandmother."
Xi Muqiao checked the potion in the infusion bag, nodded, and went out with Yuan Suzhen.
After all, this is still a matter between Xi Muche and Mo Rongyan, they can swear, can be pity, but can not give substantial help, the important thing depends on their own solution.
When both of them went out and the room was closed, Xi Muche only lifted his foot and went to the sick chuang. He walked very slowly. It was only a few meters away, but he seemed to have been away for a long time.
He stood on the side of the sick chuang, did not dare to look up to see the face of Mo Rongyan.
After a long time, he gently pulled over the seat and sat down, looked up at the little face, and with a glance, he closed his eyes in pain. He held his face and pressed her tightly. Buckle, kiss a moment on the thin fingertips, tears in his eyes.
"Yes, sorry, sorry..."
When he looked up, he suddenly froze, and Mo Rongyan didn't know when he woke up, staring at him with his big eyes fixed.
He panicked at once, his eyes did not dare to look at her, his forehead fell on the fingers of the two men, did not speak, he did not know what to say.
The two men were so stiff for a long time, they could only hear the shallow breathing sounds of each other. When he thought that the face was sleeping again, a crisp and awkward voice was heard in his ear.
"Mucher, I want to drink water."
Xi Muche suddenly looked up and couldn't believe it. He thought it was his own illusion, until the face was lightly opened and opened again.
"I want to drink water."
His heart was ecstatic, and he nodded in a hurry. The tears in his eyes were suddenly smashed out, and he fell on the pale fingertips. The warm tears of his face were shrinking. She was shocked and looked up quickly. Go, but only see his tall back.
Her gaze fell on his awkward footsteps, and his body seemed to be as sharp as before, a little bowed.
When he turned around, he quietly wiped the tears in his eyes. He didn't want to be seen by the face. He didn't expect that Yan Yan would still talk to him. After trying the temperature of the water, he sent the straw to her lips.
The face contained a straw and drank two. Xu swallowed the wound on the cheek, and she hurt her mouth, and the facial features were wrinkled together.
There was a fluster on the face of Xi Muche. He put the cup on the side of the cupboard and looked at her little face, but she didn’t dare to touch her easily, for fear that she would not hurt if she was not light or heavy. she was.
"Big brother hit you?"
"Well, I should fight."
Looked at the wound on his face, especially the nose, red and swollen blue, swollen a big pack, do not know if there is a broken nose.
"What about the body?"
She remembered the steps he had just taken and the footsteps of the bow. She understood the temper of her eldest brother, and Mucher could not have only a wound on his face.
He was forced to pull his lips. "Big brother is good, it is all I should accept."