The last silver needle was hollow, and after the needle was lowered, Zhao Qingshan flicked it twice with his fingers, and a small stream of blood flowed out of the needle. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The silver needles were so thin that they were only a fraction thicker than a human hair. As you can imagine, the blood did not flow smoothly. Whenever there was no blood flowing out of the tail end of the silver needle, Zhao Qingshan reached out and played with it with a solemn expression.

It stopped slowly, and after two minutes, no more blood flowed out of the end of the silver needle. Only then did Zhao Qingshan stretch out his hand and took off the eight silver needles on Wen Yiran's head.

When taking the silver needle, Zhao Qingshan didn't just pull it out, but according to the situation of each part, he either twisted it a few times, or trembled up and down a few times before taking it out.

With Zhao Qingshan's current skills, even if he borrowed Wen Ziqing's "qi", he could only temporarily help Wen Yiran clear the more dangerous bruises, and the other bleeding was not so serious.

Zhao Qingshan planned to rest for a night before making a move.

"Huh, old Hu, take a look, is Mayor Wen's face a little ruddy?" After waiting for Zhao Qingshan to receive the needle, Doctor Qiu hurried to Wen Yiran's bedside. In Doctor Qiu's eyes, Wen Yiran's face was a little ruddy at this time.

"I'll see, I'll see. Hu Zhongliang also squeezed to the bed, he was very curious about Zhao Qingshan's treatment just now, and even more curious about the changes before and after the patient's treatment.

Wen Yiran's expression looked much calmer.

Is it finally saved? Hu Zhongliang breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the door of the ward was quietly pushed open, and a middle-aged woman carrying a basket walked in, it was Aunt Liu, a housekeeping worker of the Wen family.

Seeing so many people in the ward, a trace of surprise flashed on Aunt Liu's face. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wen Yiran, who was motionless on the hospital bed, and a worried look appeared on Aunt Liu's face.

Wen Ziqing nodded at Aunt Liu when her eyes fell on her, which was regarded as a hello.

Seeing Wen Ziqing with a cold face, Aunt Liu's heart inexplicably calmed down. Aunt Liu has worked in the Wen family for five or six years, and everyone in the Wen family knows more or less about their temperament. Wen Ziqing has a cold appearance, but he is an upright teenager.

"Director Feng, this is your dinner. Aunt Liu walked to the table, put down the basket in her hand, and took out two tight lunch boxes wrapped in old clothes.

When the lunch box was opened, it revealed fragrant white rice and shredded pork with green peppers, as well as a tomato and egg soup.

Wen Yiran's level is placed there, the ward he lives in is more than ten square meters, and only one bed is placed, and there is a writing desk and a few wooden square stools in it. It looks like the windows are bright and clean, and if it weren't for the "gurgling" sound of the oxygen concentrator, it wouldn't look like it was in a hospital at all.

"Why haven't you left the Wen family yet?" Feng Xueying ignored the food that Aunt Liu put on the table, and as soon as she saw Aunt Liu, Feng Xueying felt that her head was throbbing.

"Director Feng, when Mayor Wen wakes up, I will leave. Aunt Liu lowered her head and replied softly. Aunt Liu's heart was full of guilt, if it weren't for her, Feng Xueying would not have quarreled with Wen Yiran, and Wen Yiran would not have fainted by Feng Xueying's words. Now that Wen Yiran hasn't woken up yet, how can she just leave?

"Wait? Lao Wen needs you to wait? Did you take me seriously? You didn't listen to what I said?" Feng Xueying was furious, and the grievances she had received in Hu Zhongliang and Zhao Qingshan in the afternoon turned into anger and threw it at Aunt Liu: "A lot of age, don't you look at what you look like? ”

"Director Feng, I'm ・・・・・・ my ・・・・・・" Aunt Liu felt that she couldn't argue. Feng Xueying's prejudice against her was too deep, and she really didn't know what to say to make Feng Xueying believe in her "innocence".

Dr. Qiu and Hu Zhongliang looked at each other.

The two of them didn't have much contact with Feng Xueying before, Feng Xueying has always shown a cold and arrogant image, and her current position as the director of the Women's Federation makes it easy for people to think that Feng Xueying is a capable strong woman.

I didn't expect Feng Xueying in private to be scathing?

Zhao Qingshan didn't make a sound, Gu Zi was slowly cleaning up his silver needle. Every time he used the silver needle, Zhao Qingshan had to disinfect it with alcohol before it could be put into a special needle bag.

Wen Ziqing didn't say anything, he knew that when Feng Xueying was angry, she couldn't listen to anyone's persuasion at all. Even if he spoke for Aunt Liu, the result in exchange was only more abuse from Feng Xueying. It's better to pretend that she didn't see it, Feng Xueying scolded a few words and saw that no one paid attention to it, so she stopped.

"Get out. A hoarse voice rang out abruptly.

"Grandpa!" Wen Ziqing turned his head to look, and sure enough, Wen Yiran woke up.

"Lao Wen, you finally woke up. Feng Xueying was pleasantly surprised, hurriedly ran to the bedside, and said, "Lao Wen, you almost scared me to death this time, but fortunately, God has eyes and let you wake up." ”

"Xiao Liu, I'm sorry. Wen Yiran's eyes didn't look at Feng Xueying, but at Aunt Liu, who was about to walk out of the door. Wen Yiran's words surprised several people in the ward.

"Nothing, nothing, you're fine. Aunt Liu waved her hand at a loss, turned her back and secretly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled with relief. Wen Yiran woke up, and the stone in Aunt Liu's heart fell to the ground, and she finally ・・・・・・ be able to leave the Wen family without worry.

"Old Wen?" Feng Xueying's face was full of astonishment. Wen Yiran's first sentence when she woke up was not to comfort her not to worry, but to apologize to Aunt Liu, who Feng Xueying had always looked down on? Wen Yiran's actions seemed to be a slap in Feng Xueying's face, which made Feng Xueying panic.

"You go out. Wen Yiran's voice was not high, but his tone was very firm.

After Wen Yiran's eyes were withdrawn from Aunt Liu, he kept staring at Feng Xueying in front of the hospital bed, as if he wanted to see a flower from Feng Xueying.

"Old Wen, I ・・・・・・" Feng Xueying understood Wen Yiran's unspoken meaning, and couldn't help but panic.

Wen Yiran's eyes were cold, mixed with a hint of stubbornness. Feng Xueying and his husband and wife for many years, how could they not know that this was a manifestation of Wen Yiran's true anger?

"Old man, thank you!" After Wen Yiran finished speaking, he no longer looked at Feng Xueying, but turned his gaze to Zhao Qingshan and Wen Ziqing, who were standing silently on the side.

Wen Yiran had just woken up, and his spirit was still relatively weak, and after saying these few words, Wen Yiran looked very tired.

"Wow・・・・・・" Feng Xueying cried and ran out of the door of the ward. She didn't understand why in two days, Lao Wen's attitude towards her had changed by 360 degrees. Her old man, from her youth to the present, has always been very indulgent to her, and she has always taken care of Feng Xueying's feelings when she talks and acts.