After Chen Xinlan squeezed the rolling pin in her hand, she held the handle of the glass window with one hand, gently twisted it away, raised the rolling pin, and smashed it down at a black head.

"Whew......" Wei Zhijun screamed in pain, then squatted down with his head in his hands.

If you ask Wei Zhijun what is the most painful lesson in his growth, he will definitely tell you that it is the person you have never defended who fired the most fierce shot at you.

Of course, being hit hard by Chen Xinlan's dough rolling battle can't be considered the woman's fault, who didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to pick up the cracks in the window, can he not be arrested as a gangster?

Chen Xinlan's rolling pin is still light, and if it is ruthless, she has to go directly to the kitchen knife.

At this time, Chen Xinlan also heard Wei Zhijun's voice, and shouted in disbelief: "It's you, why are you running outside my window in the middle of the night?"

You're a soldier, is that how the army taught you to be a man?"

Wei Zhijun was dizzy, and sat on the ground covering the wound on his forehead without speaking.

The stick struck him in a daze, and the warm liquid trickled down the contours of his face.

Chen Xinlan knew that it was over, she knew the strength of the stick just now, don't really beat people to death......

She grabbed a large cotton jacket and put it on, turned on the light, and ran out with her shoes on.

Wei Zhijun sat on the flower bed, bleeding all over his face, scaring Chen Xinlan who came out enough.

"Let's go, let's go to the hospital. Chen Xinlan's hands and feet trembled, and she didn't know whether she was frightened by Wei Zhijun's appearance or frozen.

Wei Zhijun staggered to his feet, freed his hand, spread out the bloodstained note in his palm, and said in a low voice: "I didn't want to do anything to you, I just couldn't sleep at night, so I came over to take a look, I didn't want to go in and offend you, I just wanted to stuff a note for you." ”

"Why are you sick?

You don't stay at home in the middle of the night, you can't sleep and run to my window to scare me?!" Chen Xinlan's mood was indescribably complicated, tears fell involuntarily, and she pulled Wei Zhijun's hand and walked outside the community.

There was no car in the middle of the night, but fortunately, Wei Zhijun rode his mother's bicycle when he came, and Chen Xinlan could ride the women's one.

With all his strength to eat, he reluctantly carried Wei Zhijun, who was 1.8 meters tall and weighed 70 kilograms, to the People's Hospital.

In the emergency room, the doctor on duty stitched Wei Zhijun's wound and required a total of four stitches.

"Doctor, can you leave a scar in the future?" The blood stains on Wei Zhijun's face have been cleaned up, but after blood loss, his face and lips are a little pale.

"You're still concerned about whether or not to leave a scar, shouldn't you care about whether you'll have a concussion?"

The doctor's face was covered by a large mask, his eyes behind the glass lenses widened slightly, and he said a little unhappily: "This is a brawl after drinking, right?"

Young people, for the sake of family harmony and stability, don't be impulsive!"

Chen Xinlan was embarrassed, did this doctor misunderstand?

Wei Zhijun was happy to be misunderstood, stopped Chen Xinlan, who wanted to explain, and asked the doctor casually: "I'm still a little dizzy, doctor, you just said that I had a concussion, does this count me?"

"Do you feel nauseous and want to throw up?" the doctor asked.

Wei Zhijun didn't have it at this time, but he still felt a headache, and the position of the stitches was so painful that it poked and poked.

"Stay in the hospital for an hour of observation, if you don't vomit, it shouldn't be a big problem, come to change the dressing regularly, and when the wound heals and the stitches are removed, it'll be fine." After the doctor finished ordering, he waved his hand to let Wei Zhijun and Chen Xinlan go out of the emergency room.