In the end, Mu Xingfeng turned around and let the doctor change his dressing.

An Ran also stepped forward, wanting to take a look at his wounds, although watching his activities was not restricted, but he still didn't feel at ease if he didn't look at her.

It's just that when the tangled gauze faded little by little, and the red blood seeped through the gauze, the dean frowned, uncovered the last gauze, and sure enough, the wound broke open.

An Ran is a medical student and a major surgeon, even if the dean doesn't talk about Mu Xingfeng's wound, she knows what is going on.

For a while, my heart was full of self-blame and chagrin.

What are you doing? Didn't you come to take care of him? The wound he was caring for was broken open.

Looking at the bloody wound, her gaze also grinded.

Just now she heard his muffled snort in pain, and she only handed him a spoon ruthlessly.

Isn't it just for her to help with it? What the hell is she arrogant? Do you have to take that breath with him at this time?

An Ran watched Dean Dexin clean Mu Xingfeng's wound, cut the thread that was strangled into the flesh, and re-stitched him, his little hand tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, and the tears he held back did not let it flow.

After dealing with it, the dean glanced at An Ran on the side of the bed, and sighed, "Mu Shao, the wound can't be broken open anymore, you also know the extent of your injury, the bullet is stuck in the crack of the bone, if it goes on like this, you will have problems with this arm with a gun in the future." ”

Dean Chen knew Mu Xingfeng's temperament, he wanted to eat alone just after the operation yesterday, if it wasn't for the anesthetic at that time, his left hand couldn't exert his strength, and probably wouldn't let others feed him.

He is too strong, look at this little girl, she was probably sent by the Mu family, presumably Mu Shao didn't want to do it.

He deliberately mentioned that the poor recovery of his arm would affect his ability to hold a gun, just to let Mu Xingfeng recover from his injuries.

Mu Xingfeng nodded, "I've worked hard, Dean Chen, I know." ”

The doctor gave Mu Xingfeng another liquid.

When the doctors and nurses came out of the door of the ward, An Ran's tears finally couldn't help falling, but he lowered his head to prevent Mu Xingfeng from seeing it, picked up the half-eaten porridge bowl of Mu Xingfeng, and served him a bowl of hot porridge again.

Turning her head again, her tears had been wiped away, but her eyes were a little red.

She didn't speak, went straight to the bed, scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to the man's lips.

Mu Xingfeng opened his mouth to hold the mouthful of porridge, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"You can still laugh? Mu Xingfeng, do you know how bad you are? ”

didn't take her body seriously at all, and deliberately tricked her, but after saying that, tears fell down, and asked in a heavy nasal voice, "Husband, am I useless?" ”

She was really useless, she couldn't even take care of a patient, and she was angry at him even though she knew he was injured.

"Daughter-in-law, I said it, this is just a small injury, not as scary as the doctor said," Mu Xingfeng coaxed her softly, looking at her tears of self-blame, unspeakably uncomfortable, the wound was just an accident.

An Ran sniffed and pouted dissatisfiedly, "How can it not be scary?" I have eyes, I can see, Mu Xingfeng, have you thought about it? If your arm is really crippled, how can you still hold a gun? How to hold me? When we have a child, how do you hold our child? You just don't want to be yourself, for me, for our children, you have to listen to the doctor, these days obediently lying in bed, I will help you with what you need, I am your right and left hand. ”

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