Chapter 742 Su Miao Extra 14
The doctor almost forced Song Hansheng to look at Su Miao's body, pointing to a certain part and reading it to him.
"See it?" The doctor pointed at Su Miao's neck, which should have been slender, delicate and white, but now it was covered with a large blood-red scar that extended all the way to the back.
"This is a burn. A burn this bad is already a second-degree burn." Second-degree burns are deep in the dermis, causing blood blisters and changing the skin tissue. This type of burn cannot be healed.
"Judging from the wound, she probably didn't receive timely treatment."
"What's the meaning?"
"After a burn, blisters will form and suppurate. If not treated promptly, the inflammation and suppuration will recur, and the wound will become deeper and deeper. This is why the scar on her body is so concave."
In addition to the wounds on the back of the neck and thighs, which were all covered with wounds, Song Hansheng took off Su Miao's clothes at the hotel and only took a quick look and did not see many wounds.
Now that the doctor had pointed out each one, they realized she had nearly a hundred old wounds on her body. Not only were her skin and flesh damaged, but her internal organs were also decaying.
Song Hansheng stretched out his hand, he wanted to touch it, his slender fingers trembled uncontrollably, and his fingertips touched Su Miao's back. He couldn't describe the bumpy touch. When he just touched those bumpy wounds, Song Hansheng's fingertips seemed to be burned.
He didn't care at first, and even felt that Su Miao deserved it all.
If she had been obedient two years ago and not stabbed him 29 times, how could she have ended up in jail? He admitted that ignoring her was her punishment. He knew that she had broken her finger and was suffering in prison, but he had never known such details and did not know that she had suffered so many injuries.
He just wanted to return the hurt she had inflicted on him, but this time it was ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times worse.
Generally, burns only take four or five weeks to heal, but the injuries on Su Miao took four or five months. As the old wounds healed, new ones appeared day after day.
The doctor said solemnly, "She has suffered too much."
That prison destroyed a doctor's dream. Su Miao could never go back to the way she was before. No wonder she glared at him with an even more ferocious look than before.
But even though she was extremely afraid of prison, she still chose to return to that prison and was unwilling to bow to him.
Song Hansheng's breathing was a little heavy, and his jawbone bulged.
"I see."
The doctor frowned and looked at him. What do you know?
"Just watch over her here. She'll wake up soon."
Song Hansheng didn't know when the doctor turned around and left. He looked at Su Miao quietly, and a wave appeared in his calm eyes.
The nurse came in and handed the printed examination form to Song Hansheng. The full-body examination and all the problems in the body took up several pages.
Su Miao slept until midnight and woke up. She had another nightmare. It was more like a memory of the past than a nightmare. In the dream, her fingers were broken in prison, and Song Hansheng looked at her coldly.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, recalling the dream, her mind in a fog. Later she realized that she had been released from prison and met Song Hansheng.
There was still medicine hanging on her arm, a white nutrient solution. Because it was sticky and dripped very slowly, the back of her hand was swollen and numb to the point of losing sensation.
This was the first time in two years that I slept so soundly, and I didn't expect it was in the hospital.
After vomiting blood, my mouth was full of bitterness and my heart was aching.
"woke up?"
A familiar voice sounded at the door, and Song Hansheng walked in and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? Or do you want to drink some water first? Oh, by the way, you've been sleeping for so long that your body must be stiff. Let me help you up first."
Song Hansheng said so many words in a row that Su Miao almost thought he cared about her.
Su Miao looked unappreciative: "You remind me of a proverb."
Song Hansheng looked slightly startled: "What?"
"The weasel pays New Year's greetings to the chicken."
——No good intentions.
Song Hansheng's expression changed, but he wasn't angry: "You also reminded me of a saying, a dog bites Lu Dongbin."
Not knowing the kindness of others.
"You are Lu Dongbin, but I think you are the dog that bites people." Su Miao was not afraid of Song Hansheng. Her words were like thorns. Her throat was a little sore. If possible, she didn't want to pay attention to Song Hansheng. She even felt that his appearance in front of her was very annoying even if he didn't speak.
"With a body like yours, you still dare to be stubborn with me? Su Miao, when will you be able to be afraid of pain?"
From Song Hansheng's words, Su Miao knew that he had seen the injuries on her body.
Su Miao laughed again, and those clear pupils gradually fragmented, as if a drop of ink had melted into them and became darker and darker...
There was only hatred left in Weng Hei's eyes. The hatred that had been engraved into her bones burned to ashes in her eyes.
Su Miao stood up and, ignoring the pain, directly pulled out the needle on the back of his hand. He was emotional again: "My body is like this because of you. Because of your words, I suffered torture in prison. Burns, knife wounds, whippings. Did you see the wound that connected my neck to my back? Do you know how it happened? They used boiling water and boiling oil to burn it. In the hottest summer weather, the wound became inflamed over and over again. The wound should have been a blister, but they burst it with water guns, pressed me into the sand and sprinkled salt on it!"
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