In that room, Mu Wen and Wang Quan went to do what Yan Ziming explained together in Wang Quan's chatter, and at this time, Leng Qing, who was standing next to the golden silk nanmu bed, lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Ziming, who was lying flat on the golden silk nanmu bed, his face and lips were as pale as paper, and he always closed his eyes slightly to rest, and Leng Qing had a hesitant and unpredictable look on his face.

After raising for a long time, Leng Qing slowly opened her mouth and asked softly: "Yan Ziming, the injury on your back ...... Does it still hurt?"

How painful the stitches are, although Leng Qing has not experienced it personally, but just thinking about sewing the skin and flesh together with needles and threads like sewing clothes, Leng Qing can also imagine how painful it is!

Moreover, Leng Qing is not completely unseen by doctors who give stitches.

When Leng Qing was in high school before, it was a summer, and Meng Yu accidentally dropped his arm on the broken glass because he was greedy for fun, and Meng Yu's white and tender arm was cut by the sharp glass on the spot with an index finger-long wound, and the blood flowed like the river that opened the floodgates, and it couldn't be stopped.

At that time, Meng's father and mother were busy with work, and they were busy going out early and returning late almost every day, so they were really tired. Leng Qing thought that since Meng Yu's injuries were already injured, she really didn't need to bother Meng's father and mother Meng for the sake of this established fact, so that the two elders would also worry about being tired, so Leng Qing made her own decisions and went to the hospital with a crying Mengyu.

After examining Mongolian's injury and disinfecting the wound for Mongolian, the doctor directly threw out the sentence "If you don't want to leave a scar, you can't apply anesthesia for stitches".

At that time, Leng Qing meant to let the Mongolian language be anesthetized, so as not to be too painful during the stitches, and as for the scar, you can find a way to remove it later. After all, today's medical treatment is so advanced, why is a small scar enough?

But at that time, Meng Yu, who had always been timid, didn't know where the courage came from, no matter what Leng Qing said, he refused to take anesthesia, and insisted on not taking anesthesia stitches, just because Meng Yu was worried that if he was anesthetized and left a scar, how could it be good if the scar could not be removed in the future?

And Leng Qing. She has never been able to take the younger sister of Mengyu, so she went by the little nature of Mengyu.

At that time, the wound on the arm of the Mongolian language, which was no more than a finger long, had ten stitches! The result was of course predictable, starting with the first stitches. Until the last stitch was completed, Mongolian Yu cried the whole time, and at the end of the cry, Mongolian Yu's voice was hoarse.

Leng Qing, who had been guarding Meng Yu's side, witnessed the whole process, and Leng Qing's heart was also pinching all the time. But Leng Qing was helpless, after all, this was Mengyu's own choice.

Afterwards, Meng Yu told Leng Qing with tears in her eyes more than once, she thought that stitching up the wound was the same as the usual drip, just like being bitten by a mosquito, if she had known early on that the stitches would be so painful, she would have chosen to let the wound scar, and she would not dare to stitch without anesthesia.

Of course, this also proves what it means to be "fearless for the ignorant".

Mongolian language can be painful like that with just ten stitches. Although this cannot be ruled out because the Mongolian language itself has a poor ability to bear the pain of stitches......

But the wound on Yan Ziming's back was actually stitched up with 37 stitches without anesthesia! ! And the person who operated the needle was still Leng Qing, a "layman" who had never touched a needle and thread, and could no longer be outside the door. It is conceivable that the pain that Yan Ziming has to endure is definitely several times greater than that of Mongolian back then.

Although Yan Ziming was in a coma the whole time, this could indeed make Yan Ziming feel less pain, but this did not mean that Yan Ziming's pain nerves were completely unconscious with Yan Ziming. Otherwise, when Leng Qing stitched up Yan Ziming's wound to the twelfth stitch, the piece of Bering that Yan Ziming had been holding in his left hand would suddenly fall at Mu Wen's feet!

Obviously. At that time, Yan Ziming obviously felt the pain, so he had that kind of reaction.

Since Yan Ziming can be woken up by pain when he is stitched up to the twelfth stitch, it is difficult to guarantee that Yan Ziming will not feel pain in the next twenty-five stitches. Not to mention. After the wound is sutured, although the bleeding has stopped, the place where the wound is sutured should still be painful enough......

Hearing Leng Qing's voice, Yan Ziming finally slowly opened his slightly closed eyes.

The place where Leng Qing was standing happened to be at the edge of Yan Ziming's line of sight, but because of the injury on his back, Yan Ziming, who was lying on the bed, couldn't move his head to look at Leng Qing. Yan Ziming could only lift his eyelids and look at Leng Qing with slanted eyes.

After meeting Leng Qing's eyes, Yan Ziming was silent for a while, and suddenly slowly opened his mouth and spit out a rather resentful sentence: "Do you say it hurts? You are really ruthless! You can actually stitch thirty-seven stitches on my back so ruthlessly!" After a pause, Yan Ziming added another sentence meaninglessly: "Even Wang Quan and Muwen don't dare." ”

When Yan Ziming said this, his tone was light, but there was a clear and audible resentment, and the expression on his face was also very sad. Especially Yan Ziming didn't forget to pout his pale lips after finishing speaking, looking like a little daughter-in-law who had been greatly wronged, which was completely different from his unbridled chic in the past, but it had a unique style.

However, Leng Qing was not in the mood to appreciate Yan Ziming's different style at this time, because when Leng Qing heard this, she directly glared at her eyes and looked at Yan Ziming with a look of disbelief.

It's no wonder that Leng Qing is like this, even Leng Qing herself didn't dare to seriously count how many stitches she had stitched Yan Ziming, but now it seems that Yan Ziming knows the number of stitches better than her, the person who sews stitches?!!

Yan Ziming saw that Leng Qing suddenly opened a pair of bright eyes staring at him, and looked completely stunned, Yan Ziming subconsciously cracked the corners of his mouth and laughed, but as soon as Yan Ziming smiled, the trembling chest cavity involved the wound on his back, and the pain made Yan Ziming immediately accept his smile and grin instead.

After the pain for a while, Yan Ziming didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, so he could only purse his lips and continue to say in a complaining tone: "What are you staring at me for? I have already woken up from the time you prick the first stitch, and I will count every stitch you prick later! Thirty-seven stitches, not bad.

Also, you must have never touched such a thing as a needle and thread, because when you stitched up to the twelfth stitch, you pierced the wrong place and didn't know how to pull out the needle and re-tie it, and you actually picked it directly in my wound like that! I said Miss Leng, your old man's skin and flesh are rags, and you can pick up the needle and thread at will...... It is not surprising that if it were someone else lying here today, it would be painful to die. ”

Leng Qing did not make the slightest refutation of Yan Ziming's almost accusatory words, but silently lowered her head and let Yan Ziming accuse her of her mistakes word by word.

Seeing that Leng Qing actually lowered her head and didn't look at him, Yan Ziming suddenly became even more aggrieved: "I admit that I love to quarrel with you on weekdays, and I always like to be angry with you when I have nothing to do, but you won't take the opportunity to retaliate against me like this!"

To tell the truth, Leng Qing is very innocent, and she doesn't want Yan Ziming to suffer alive! Besides, she can't be blamed for living to the age of twenty-three but never touching a needle and thread, because she is Leng Qing! Although she lost her biological parents early, she has been loved by her father and mother since she was a child, and since the second elder took her to the Meng family, she has never let her wear the clothes that she has sewn, and the Meng family has no such thing as needle and thread......, okay!

However, Leng Qing also suddenly realized at this point-

She didn't even know that Yan Ziming was awake the whole time? Moreover, as Yan Ziming said, she did come out a little bit when she was stitched up to the twelfth stitch...... In this way, it is not difficult to understand why Yan Ziming has not moved from beginning to end, but when she stitched up to the twelfth stitch, Yan Ziming dropped the Bering that he had been holding in his hand and never let go to the ground, but it turned out that Yan Ziming didn't hold back the pain at that moment?

But thinking of this, Leng Qing couldn't figure it out again: since Yan Ziming woke up at the beginning, why didn't he open his eyes and not tell them? Why did he have to silently endure the pain of stitching up the wound? ?

Looking up at Yan Ziming, who was lying on the golden silk nanmu bed in front of her, who had been quietly watching her, Leng Qing pursed her lips, and after a while, she opened her mouth and asked, "Then why don't you open your eyes and tell us that you are awake?"

Yan Ziming's first reaction to Leng Qing's stupid question was to ignore it, but Yan Ziming still answered Leng Qing honestly while his thoughts were turning: "If I open my eyes and tell you that I'm awake at that moment, can you guarantee that you can still get that hand?"

For Yan Ziming's rhetorical question, Leng Qing chose to be silent. Because Yan Ziming was indeed not wrong in what he said, if Yan Ziming couldn't wait to open his eyes at the beginning, let Leng Qing, who stitched up his wound, know that he woke up, not to mention that Yan Ziming could endure the pain of stitching up the wound, it was Leng Qing himself...... If she saw him awake, she would definitely not be able to do that cruel hand again!

After all, as long as Yan Ziming doesn't open his eyes, Leng Qing can always be treated as Yan Ziming is still in a coma, and Leng Qing can have less worries.

Only Leng Qing's heart is not worried, can she stay calm when she is stitching, can she prick the suture needle in her hand accurately, and she will not travel on a business trip. )