It was really a bump.
Although she considered the Xiao family might have all these medicines, Zhang Moyan still wanted to be prepared for any eventuality. She quickly found a pharmacy within a 500-meter radius and, following Geng Jun's instructions, bought ice packs, Yunnan Baiyao capsules, and safflower oil.
When they returned to the Xiao residence, the courtyard was bustling with activity; Xiao Xingyu had already received his family discipline. Zhang Moyan didn't dare delay and hurried to the small building, only to see Xiao Weiyu, Xiao Mumu, Zhou Xia, Sasa, the little great aunt, the eldest aunt, the second aunt, and many others gathered outside Xiao Xingyu's courtyard, peeking in.
Seeing Zhang Moyan return, Zhou Xia and the others immediately stopped her and added her contact information, asking her to come back and tell them about Xiao Xingyu's situation. Zhang Moyan walked into the yard with everyone's instructions. When she passed the door, she saw a black wheelchair parked outside, and her heart skipped a beat.
He ran upstairs quickly and found that Xiao Xingyu's door was ajar. He hurriedly pushed the door open and saw Xiao Xingyu, who had taken off his shirt, walking towards the bed with the support of Xiao Weijiang.
Xiao Xingyu had his back to Zhang Moyan, and shocking purple bruises as thick as his arms covered his broad back.
Hearing the sound of hurried footsteps behind him, Xiao Xingyu turned around and found that the person coming was Zhang Moyan. His expression suddenly changed from pain to resentment.
He turned back and landed on the bed with all his father's strength, then let out a cry of pain.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Weizhou was so scared that sweat broke out on his forehead. "Where did you hit?"
"Knee! Knee!" Xiao Xingyu pointed at the knee.
Zhang Moyan quickly ran over to help. Xiao Weizhou held Xiao Xingyu's upper body. Zhang Moyan took off his shoes, lifted his ankles and moved his legs to the bed.
The whole action was slowed down to the lowest possible speed amid Xiao Xingyu's gasps. When it was done, he lay flat on the bed. All three of them were sweating.
"I'll get you a towel to wipe your face!" Xiao Weizhou, the head of Xiaosheng Ceramics, was just a son's slave at this moment. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and went to the bathroom.
The pillow was twisted and pressed under Xiao Xingyu. Zhang Moyan glanced at the bruises on his back and came to adjust it for him: "Come, lift it up gently..." Her voice and tone were very gentle.
However, I just couldn't pull the pillow from under someone.
I couldn't help but bend over to check his injuries closely and asked softly, "It hurts a lot, right? There's also a wound in the front?"
The man didn't look very happy and ignored it.
Zhang Moyan was confused.
The man had a face full of resentment, and sneered in a voice that only she could hear, "You said you were here to take care of me, but you were just kidding me?"
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