The family doctor was a middle-aged man in his fifties, and the girl lying on the bed looked about the same age as his daughter, and his baby daughter had a pimple in her own heart, and if any man dared to do this to her daughter, he would have tried his best to kill that man.

Song Qifan is not a doctor after all, what the doctor said is very serious, and he is afraid that this person will really die here, so he agreed with the doctor's suggestion and sent the person to the hospital immediately.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor retreated the wound on Wutong's shoulder, drew blood, took a film to check that there was no major problem, and then infused anti-inflammatory drugs.

Song Qifan originally planned to leave, but after thinking about it, he still waited for Wutong to wake up before leaving, not that he cared about her, but he felt that there were some things he felt necessary to say to Wutong.

Because Wutong was so dishonest, he even had the idea of killing him, as long as they had the opportunity to be alone in the future, his life would be in danger, and he was not a god who had such a high level of vigilance at all times.

Wutong slept for a few hours and woke up in the early hours of the morning, at this time Song Qifan was half lying on the sofa in the ward and dozing, and he couldn't stand falling asleep after tossing for most of the night.

He is a man with a very stable life and rest, never spoils his body, and is not like other sons who soak in nightclubs every day and sleep next to all kinds of women.

He has a very healthy life and rest, goes to the company at nine o'clock every day, leaves the company at five o'clock in the evening, goes home for dinner, and after eating, sports meeting or reading a book.

Occasionally, he has a drink or a basketball game with friends, and on weekends he goes hiking.

However, he couldn't be normal to Ye Wutong, and he gave Ye Wutong the other side of his humanity "evil", whether it was when he was a child or now.

Because of the wound on his shoulder, Wutong snorted a few times in pain, Song Qifan slept deeply, got up from the sofa, rubbed his stiff eyelids, got up and pulled a chair and sat on the edge of Wutong's bed.

"It's good, it's not dead. His voice was filled with a foul aura.

"The wicked are still alive and well, how can I be willing to die?" Ye Wutong looked at Song Qifan's eyes full of hatred and gloom.

Yes, it was this kind of look Song Qifan was very disgusted when he saw the abnormal dislike, and the evil in his heart immediately poured out of him, and he reached out and pinched the wound on her shoulder, and soon the gauze oozed blood, and Wutong grinned in pain.

"Ye Wutong, whether it was when you were a child or now, you are very poor with this mouth, you know?"

Song Qifan looked at his fingertips stained with her blood, and wiped her on Wutong's face in disgust, he remembered that when he was a child, Ye Wutong's mouth was very owed, the more he tortured her, the more she cursed him and his brother with this mouth, and then the more he tortured, as if a vicious circle had been formed.

"I'm just a mess of meat on your chopping board, you can fight if you want, you can kill if you want, why bother so much. ”

She tried to kill him, and what good life could she have in the next place was nothing more than to use all the methods that tortured her when she was a child again, what to throw her into the lion's cage so that the lion would scare her, and throw her who couldn't swim into the pool to watch her embarrassed struggle and fear.

There are too many things you can't think of, and the word bad is not enough to describe the brothers Song Qifan and Song Qihe.

Song Qifan sneered a few times: "Yes, I am much more self-aware than when I was a child, but one thing you are wrong, I will not think about letting you die like I did when I was a child, death means liberation, which is a blessing."

How could I let you enjoy such a blessing, I have to let you live, you have to live, and then watch how I play with you little by little, but I have nothing to do. ”