Jiang Zao dodged to the side, but the door was too narrow, restricting her movements, and her shoulder was hit by the rolling pin.
It hurts a lot.
Jiang Zao felt her entire right arm go numb instantly and she couldn't lift it.
Before her eyes, Zhang Laoda's wife, who had just been timid and hesitant, was now glaring fiercely at Jiang Zao.
Old Zhang also picked up a shovel and came over. "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and take care of this woman, bury her in the ground, and then take her car away. That way, no one will know she was ever here."
Judging from his words, he seemed very familiar with the process, not like someone doing this for the first time.
The couple blocked Jiang Zao's path, one in front and one behind.
Jiang Zao was in excruciating pain in her shoulder and couldn't lift her right arm, so she could only rely on her left hand and feet to cope with them.
Fortunately, although the couple was ruthless, they were not trained fighters and were quickly kicked to the ground by Jiang Zao.
...
Jiang Zao didn't even dare to say the word "help," afraid of becoming a punching bag for Fu Yanci's anger at that moment, and silently went to get medicine for Qin He.
Fu Yanci was so frightened that he put the person down on the floor and quickly reached out to touch your forehead.
Do you have a fever?
Qin He stepped away from my embrace and shook his head: "I was given anesthesia, so it hurts now."
After Jiang Zao finished treating her shoulder wound in the emergency room, her right arm was in a sling around her neck, her coat was half-draped over her shoulders, and her hair, which had been tied up with a hairpin, was slightly messy, with stray hairs from her bangs and sideburns hanging down.
His usual calm and composed demeanor was nowhere to be seen. He was panting heavily, his eyes were red and swollen, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with panic and fear.
I grasped Qin He's right hand and placed it over my heart, my tone extremely serious and earnest: "You swear that you will never let him shed another tear in this lifetime."
Jiang Zao, who had followed behind, pushed the wheelchair.
"He'll definitely tell you if it hurts."
He then offered his hand, saying, "If it hurts, I'll bite you."
Why didn't you go with your wife?
Fu Yanci, fearing that Wan Hua was comfortable, told her to lean on his shoulder to the right and said, "Poppies, we have two small greenhouses outside where we grow poppies. Moreover, when the police were clearing these poppies, they found skeletons on the ground. They haven't been taken back to the police station yet, and the specific autopsy results are still pending."
"Mom, you..."
Qin He could only hold Fu Yanci's hand to divert my attention: "Did the police find anything when they searched Zhang's vegetable shed?"
"A fracture." Qin He said it casually: "It's serious. You're pretty resilient; those kinds of serious injuries heal very slowly."
Qin He deliberately moved himself into my arms, patted my back heavily with his right hand, and his voice rang in my ear.
timid?
“If Jiang Zao drives fast, there won’t be any bumps.”
"Did you not touch his wound?"
Upon arriving at the Fu family home, Qin He was once again carried by Fu Yanci, and they left the main house amidst the watchful eyes of the servants.
What's more important than your wife?
I raised my hand, wanting to give Qin He a hug, but my hand trembled slightly. I wanted to hug him, but I was afraid of hurting him.
Jiang Zao looked over in confusion, making sure she wasn't seeing things.
Qin He then asked, "And what about these skeletons? Did we kill them?"
“Zaozao, he is now a member of our Fu family, Yanci’s wife, and a benefactor of the Fu family. Moreover, from now on, he will be cared for by others. Everything about him is a small matter to the Fu family.”
Fu Yanci's gaze remained fixed on Qin He's arm, and he answered irrelevantly, "What did the doctor say?"
"Has the anesthetic worn off?"
Hospital.
Qin He: "..."
Madam Fu was also worried, "Is the anesthesia wearing off? Call Dean Chu right now and have me send two doctors and nurses to guard outside the house."
From far to near.
Under the concerned gaze of Madam Fu, she was carried all the way to the bedroom.
I'll help you tidy up your worn-out clothes, sling the bag over my shoulder, and push the wheelchair with both hands.
They deserved to be punished.
Fu Yanci insisted that I buy it.
It hurts now, but it will still hurt when the anesthesia wears off.
"Mom, he made your wife cry." There was hardly any resentment in her voice.
Madam Fu nodded in agreement: "What kind of talk is that? It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, how can you be so careful about recuperating?"
"Was it Fang Tang who notified him to come?" Wan Hua changed the subject.
Fu Yanci held his breath, looking at Wan Hua's left arm, his heart felt like it was being squeezed, and he felt so heartbroken that he wanted to slap himself twice.
The pain was so intense it caused me to bleed.
"When you said you wanted to take a look at the small shed, Zhang Laoxiao's reaction was obviously right, but you thought I at least hid the laxative outside the shed. Who would have thought that... Where did we get the guts to dare to grow poppies on a small scale?"
As Jiang Zao looked up from her phone, Fu Yanci had already strode up in front of her.
Wan Huachao's face flushed red.
They're always by my side, why did they go off to handle something else today?
The sound of running footsteps conveyed urgency.
Fu Yanci sat in the spot where Old Madam Fu had just been sitting, and heavily wiped Qin He's eyes with his fingertips.
"If someone honks their horn, it will scare Zaozao."
Wan Huashan, in her talkative mode, successfully got both Wan Hua and Jiang Zao speechless.
Qin He's eyes were slightly cold.
Wan Huashan's hand reached out again.
"It's still not comfortable anywhere outside?"
Those are all your own problems; you can't blame anyone else.
Wan Huashan: "The police are still investigating, and it is estimated that the number 44 is close to 10."
Those who harm Qinhe.
It was my fault.
But would the decisive and resolute Eighth Master of the Fu family be timid?
To be honest, Qin He has felt incredibly precious in both his lives.
"Why should he apologize?" Wan Hua was the type of person who would take his anger out on others, and he felt that no one was obligated to pay for his suffering.
"Then what kind of serious injury is this?" Fu Yanci had never been so angry before.
Why is your face so red?
Qin He remained silent, saying, "You only have a shoulder injury; your leg is the problem."
The wound was on Qin He's shoulder, but the pain was deep in Fu Yanci's heart.
But Wan Huashan insisted on picking him up horizontally and placing him heavily under the wheelchair.
You're used to being alone, and it's really not your thing to be cared for and pampered like a princess.
I'm even angrier at myself.
Fu Yanci carefully grasped your right hand, "Yes, thank you."
Fu Yanci carefully avoided Qin He's left arm. "Does it hurt?"
Once inside the hospital, Fu Yanci carried Qin He out of the car, his overly cautious manner even more exaggerated than that of the father in the car next to him who was carrying his newborn baby home.
"Well, actually, if you're this delicate, that little injury will get worse if you don't take care of it for a few days."
"Be worried, something's wrong."
"Don't cry, just tell me if it hurts, I'll always be here for you."
After you got down, you sat on the edge of the bed, gently smoothed Wanhua's hair, and looked at her with affection.
Madam Fu glared at me angrily, but she was also genuinely angry. "You're so naughty, so naughty. He's busy coaxing his wife. Go tell the kitchen to prepare a meal for Zaozao, and also make some soup."
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