Wen Yanxi's lips twitched slightly, and she wanted to refuse him, but the man hugged her tightly like a spoiled child.
The nurse just said that because the opening is very close to the blood vessels, anesthesia cannot be given. Anesthesia cannot be used during the Fenghe surgery later.
You can imagine how painful this is.
Wen Yanxi said helplessly: "The doctor won't agree to let me stay here. Can you take care of the wound first?"
"No, I won't treat the wound if you're not here. Just let me bleed to death!" Ouyang Jinmo leaned on Wen Yanxi, unwilling to let go.
The doctor instructed, "Miss, you should stay. Otherwise, if the patient doesn't cooperate, it will be dangerous."
This is a trauma, not serious enough to require surgery.
"Okay then..." Wen Yanxi agreed reluctantly.
The doctor brought disinfectant tools and began to clean Ouyang Jinmo's wound.
Ouyang Jinmo was sitting on the hospital bed, while Wen Yanxi was standing. When they lowered their heads, they saw the wound being treated by the doctor, which was deep and long.
Did she hit so hard just now?
It seemed that if the wound had been any deeper it would have killed him.
It was all her fault for being too impatient. If she had seen clearly before taking action, such a big incident wouldn't have happened...
Half an hour later, the doctor sutured his wound. Wen Yanxi felt very uncomfortable when he saw basins of blood-stained cotton being carried out.
During this half hour, Wen Yanxi didn't hear any sound.
You're afraid of pain? Aren't you quite tolerant?
When she lowered her head, she saw Ouyang Jinmo in her arms.
He had a handsome face, and his eyes, as dark as the night, stared at him intently, as if there were mist in their depths. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was pale, like a paper man that could be blown away by the wind at any time.
"Jin Mo, the wound has been sutured. How do you feel?" Wen Yanxi asked with concern.
Ouyang Jinmo said weakly, "Very soft, very fragrant..."
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When Wen Yanxi lowered her head, she found that the clothes on her chest were soaked with Ouyang Jinmo's cold sweat, leaving a sweat stain.
Just now, Ouyang Jinmo was leaning on her chest.
So, very soft and fragrant means...
Wen Yanxi's cheeks flushed and she wanted to be angry, but seeing that Ouyang Jinmo was about to faint, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Shall I help you get hospitalized?"
"No, I'm not used to sleeping outside. I want to go home." Ouyang Jinmo said firmly.
He never slept outside, and even if he went to bed with a woman, he would not linger.
Wen Yanxi didn't make any fuss because he was a patient. She agreed to his wishes, paid the medical expenses, and drove him home.
When we arrived at Ouyang Jinmo's villa, we found that the design inside was very romantic and every detail showed the special care taken in the design.
Wen Yanxi helped him back to the master bedroom.
"Then you have a good rest. I'll go back first."
Ouyang Jinmo held her hand, raised his eyes and said, "Today is my birthday. I was planning to hang out with my friends all night. Now you're leaving me alone. Isn't that too cruel?"
"Well...what do you want me to do?" Wen Yanxi really couldn't find a reason to refuse.
Ouyang Jinmo pulled her to sit beside him, and he leaned lazily on her shoulder, "Will you stay with me?"
Wen Yanxi turned to look at him. The skin on his neck was as delicate as fine porcelain, and there seemed to be a hazy white mist shrouding his body. His elusive charm made her heart tremble.
Coming back to her senses, she tried to push Ouyang Jinmo's head away.
But just as her hand touched his black hair, she heard the man's low, magnetic voice, "The doctor said I can't move my neck, or the wound will burst open and I'll bleed to death."
"You don't want to see my birthday turned into my death anniversary, do you?"
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