Mu An'an wanted to check Zong Zhengyu's situation in advance.
She still wanted to insist, "Qi Ye, I'm fine, let's check your wound first, okay?"
Mu An'an lightly grabbed Zong Zhengyu's sleeve, with pleading eyes.
Zong Zhengyu just smiled at her, and then said to Gu Shuqing, "Be careful with the whole body, especially the legs."
"I understand." Gu Shuqing responded.
On the way here, he already knew about Mu An'an's situation.
Zong Zhengyu picked up Mu An'an, put him on the wheelchair, and pushed him towards the prepared medical room in the house.
"Master Seven" Mu Anan wanted to insist.
But he also knows Qi Ye's temperament.
Instead of wasting time in a stalemate here, it is better to ask Gu Shuqing to check himself quickly, and then check the situation of Zong Zhengyu.
Mu Anan grabbed Zong Zhengyu's hand, and finally said nothing
After half an hour.
Gu Shuqing walked out with a tired face.
During this period, Zong Zhengyu had been guarding the door, and when he saw someone coming out, he immediately asked, "How is it?"
Gu Shuqing took off her gloves, frowned and said, "Miss An An didn't know what kind of medicine she had been given during this time, she couldn't control it at this point, she was already asleep."
Zong Zhengyu remembered what Ning Xiuyuan said before his death, and his face became very ugly.
"Miss An'an seems to have a lot of wounds, but fortunately they are not deep." Gu Shuqing said, "She has been taking medicine these days, and she will fully recover in a few days."
Speaking of this, Gu Shuqing's entire expression became solemn.
Zong Zhengyu said directly, "Say."
"Miss An An's legs are currently immobile. I checked her in detail, but I couldn't find a specific reason."
"If you want to solve this problem, the fastest way is to find out what kind of medicine Ning Xiuyuan gave Miss An An, but"
Ning Xiuyuan is dead.
Not to mention the corpse, the hotel room that represented the only clue was blown up by him.
From the very beginning, he wanted La Muan to be buried with him.
Ning Xiuyuan's obsession persists until death.
Zong Zhengyu didn't say a word, subconsciously reached for his pocket to get a cigarette, but the pocket was empty.
Rosen handed it over immediately.
Zong Zhengyu bowed his head, refused Luo Sen's help to light the cigarette, and lit the cigarette on his own, but his hand was trembling, and he lit it twice before lighting it.
He smoked silently.
Seeing Zong Zhengyu like this, Gu Shuqing felt various emotions in his heart.
Seventh Master has always been calm.
He has gathered all the characteristics of a superior person.
But at this time, Master Qi was in a mess.
A cigarette is over.
The whole room was still silent.
Gu Shuqing looked at Zong Zhengyu's shoulder, but still hadn't dealt with it.
Gu Shuqing reminded, "Master Qi, Ms. An An has been refusing to sleep since the effects of the medicine took effect just now."
Zongzheng Yu's eyes swept towards Dr. Gu.
"She has been worried about you." Dr. Gu said, "Miss An An asked me to promise her that the first thing I do when I come out is to treat your wound first."
Gu Shuqing carefully stared at Zong Zhengyu.
Zong Zhengyu had a serious expression on his face. Although he didn't say a word, he had already unbuttoned his clothes, pulled up a chair and sat down.
Seeing this, Gu Shuqing immediately asked Luo Sen to take the medicine box.
He walked to the back, and only then did he see Zong Zhengyu's back clearly. Not only was there a knife stuck in his shoulder, but there were explosion scars all over his back.
At this time, the blood had solidified and it was horrible.
Miss An An looked at it, how distressed should it be?
Gu Shuqing adjusted his state, picked up the scissors, and cut Zong Zhengyu's clothes.
"No anesthetic." Qi Ye reminded.
Gu Shuqing was taken aback.
Luo Sen who was on the side quickly persuaded: "Qi Ye, the blood from your wound has solidified, and there are still a lot of cloth on it. If you don't use anesthetic"
"I see." Gu Shuqing's answer interrupted Luo Sen's words.
He put the anesthetic back into the medicine box and said in a low voice, "No need to persuade you."
Rosen looked at him in surprise.
Gu Shuqing has fully entered the working state, directly picked up the sterilized tools, and began to treat the wound.
And as Rosen said, there was a lot of cloth on the wound.
When Gu Shuqing is dealing with these fabrics, he will inevitably touchto the wound.
Every time it hits the wound, the pain is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.
However, Zong Zhengyu forcibly endured it without even saying a word.
Next, disinfect the wound, apply medicine, bandage
Every step, without the aid of anesthetics, is like a punishment. It is hundreds of times more painful than being stabbed by Ning Xiuyuan!
Rosen stood aside, watching such a scene.
Dr. Gu has been focusing on treating the wound seriously, without any superfluous expression.
Looking at Zong Zhengyu again, he was calm the whole time.
It's just that the clenched fist and the fine beads of sweat that kept coming out of his forehead revealed Zong Zhengyu's state.
Thirty minutes later.
"alright."
Gu Shuqing ended the treatment with one sentence.
Even his forehead had a lot of sweat.
Luo Sen gave Zong Zhengyu clean clothes.
Zong Zhengyu took the clothes and put them on, and ordered directly, "Go out."
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the back room.
Luo Sen and Gu Shuqing left the room and closed the door.
Once outside, Rosen couldn't hold back anymore.
He asked Gu Shuqing, "Why didn't Qi Ye persuade Qi Ye to take anesthetics?"
Gu Shuqing suddenly looked disgusted, "Can you be more straight?"
Rosen looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"Qi Ye is punishing himself!"
After saying that, he shook his head and strode away.
Luo Sen froze on the spot, turned his head to look at the closed door, and said puzzledly, "Punish yourself?"
Inside the room.
Zong Zhengyu sat beside Mu An'an's bed.
He took Mu An'an's hand and said over and over again: "I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry, Ann"
Zongzheng Yu kissed Mu An'an's palm, and pressed his face against her soft palm with a nostalgic expression.
"I will definitely find an antidote, and I will make you well."
"Child, don't worry, I won't break my promise."
Zong Zhengyu seemed to be saying the last sentence to himself.
Unexpectedly, Mu An'an, who was in a deep sleep, moved his head a few times at this time.
She didn't open her eyes, but said vaguely: "I am at ease by your side, I believe in you"
Zong Zhengyu's heart suddenly felt sour when he heard her unconscious murmur.
Both distressed and moved.
"Silly girl."
At this time, Zong Zhengyu could not use other words to express his inner emotions at this time.
He held Mu An'an's face, and stroked it with his fingertips in pain, his eyes were already flushed.
Those beautiful and deep eyes were full of distress and love for Mu An'an.
"Yuyu, don't punish yourself, okay?"
Mu An'an murmured softly, making Zong Zhengyu's whole body stiff.
Mu Anan turned over, "Don't blame yourself, don't punish yourself, my big baby punishes myself, I will feel bad"
Just for a split second.
Zong Zhengyu's tears could no longer be controlled and fell down.
He closed his eyes, "Silly girl."
"The injury on the shoulder must be dealt with properly. Don't punish yourself and don't give up anesthesia, and the wound on the back must explode"
"I see, just sleep well, okay?"
"baby."
He murmured choked up, tender and caring, full of affection.