It's just a short period of time, Wen Qiao's eyes became red and terrifying, he stared at Zhao Qingyan and Wang Xueqing in the kitchen, how could he not have imagined that such a thing would happen today.

He was so angry that his chest rose and fell violently, and the firewood he was holding in his hands fell to the ground because of the loss of his hands.

The kitchen knife suddenly fell to the floor, and the crisp clanging sound lingered in the kitchen for a long time.

Zhao Qingyan's face was pale and terrifying because of all this that happened suddenly, and Wang Xueqing was even more so, her face quickly turned pale, and she squatted down painfully with the hand that kept dripping blood.

"Are you alright?" Wen Qiao couldn't care about anything, he didn't have time to think about anything in his mind, and while leaning over to help Wang Xueqing up, he comforted her in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'll take you to the doctor now." ”

I can't say anything to blame Zhao Qingyan, the top priority is to find a doctor to show Wang Xueqing first, he doesn't want to wait until he goes back to be unable to pay in front of Mrs. Cheng.

And Wen Zichen, who had been sitting in front of the stove and burning the fire without the slightest existence, saw that the situation was not good, and just now Wen Qiao yelled at Zhao Qingyan again.

He hurriedly jumped out from the stove and yelled loudly at Wen Qiao: "Father, don't blame your mother, just now it was clear that this sister suddenly wanted to grab a kitchen knife from her mother, and her mother didn't want to hurt her!"

When Wen Zichen spoke, he also stretched out his hand and pointed at Wang Xueqing, breaking a somewhat righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.

Zhao Qingyan's eyelids jumped when she heard this, she reached out and pulled the indignant Wen Zichen to her side, covered her mouth that she still wanted to say something, and warned him fiercely, "Chen'er, you don't say a few words!" I don't need you to come out and explain it to my mother!"

The atmosphere in the kitchen was strange.

Wen Qiao was not at all happy when he heard these words, his anger was even stronger, and he looked at Wen Zichen and Zhao Qingyan's mother and son and shouted: "You still have time to say this here!"

After this sentence, he couldn't care about the mother and son.

Wen Qiao hugged Wang Xueqing into his arms, and then hurriedly walked outside. Zhao Qingyan dared to let Wen Qiao go with Wang Xueqing like this at this time, and hurriedly took Wen Zichen's hand and ran outside to follow Wen Qiao and Wang Xueqing.

The blood on Wang Xueqing's hands has gradually stopped after such a while, but the blood stains on the way she was carried by Wen Qiao were dripping with drips of blood, which was very shocking to watch.

Wang Xueqing didn't know when she had started crying, the pear blossoms of the beauty crying were tearful, if Zhao Qingyan was a man, she should also bend her waist for her at this time.

It's understandable to think of Wen Qiao as this. Wen Qiao hugged Wang Xueqing and looked at the courtyard, then he turned his head and glared at Zhao Qingyan and said, "What are you still doing here!" Where's the carriage!"

Although the kitchen knife was sharp, Zhao Qingyan thought that it was accidentally scratched, and it shouldn't be so serious. Looking at Wang Xueqing crying again, people who don't know think that she was cut off by Zhao Qingyan.

There was a relatively simple carriage in the stable, Zhao Qingyan looked at Wen Qiao's appearance, didn't say anything, and ran to the stables to drive the carriage over.

Wen Qiao twisted his eyebrows and hugged Wang Xueqing into the carriage, and now the three adults all got into the carriage, Zhao Qingyan saw that Wen Zichen also wanted to come up, and carefully thought about what would happen if he didn't bring Wen Zichen as a witness, so he didn't refuse, and stretched out his hand to help him get into the carriage.

There is a medical center near Zhuangzi that specializes in treating people nearby, and Zhao Qingyan drove directly over in a carriage.

When he arrived at the medical hall, as soon as Zhao Qingyan stopped the carriage, Wen Qiao came down with Wang Xueqing in his arms.

At this time, Zhao Qingyan thought that Wang Xueqing should be tired of crying all the way.

Wang Xueqing's cry was very miserable, and Zhao Qingyan couldn't wait to block her mouth when she heard it.

After entering the medical hall, the old doctor who specializes in seeing patients greeted him, and he asked Wen Qiao to carry Wang Xueqing inside, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qiao didn't speak, and Zhao Qingyan replied to him, "I was accidentally cut by a kitchen knife." ”

The old doctor touched his beard and answered, and Wen Qiao put Wang Xueqing on a wooden chair and let her lean on. The old doctor took out the medicine box from the counter, sat down next to Wang Xueqing, and asked her to take out the injured hand.

Although Wang Xueqing was cut, her consciousness has always been awake.

Although it was indeed very reasonable, this idea really did not disappoint her, not only made Wen Qiao angry with Zhao Qingyan, but also made him hug himself with concern.

But the pain was still very painful, Wang Xueqing stretched out the hand that had been stopping just now under the urging of the old doctor.

A blur of blood in the palm of his hand had dried up and formed a scab.

The old doctor first carefully cleaned her wound with water, and this time there was no blood stain to cover it, and the wound was directly exposed to the eyes of several people.

The wound slashed diagonally across Wang Xueqing's entire palm, a little long, but fortunately, the depth was not deep.

The old doctor looked at it and shook his head, not knowing if he was sorry or what, "Fortunately, the wound is not very deep, how did she get hurt?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at the wound on Wang Xueqing's hand, couldn't help but pause, and then said, "I accidentally scratched it."

At this time, Wang Xueqing finally had some reaction, she grabbed Wen Qiao's cuffs with her uninjured hand, and persuaded pitifully with her pale face: "It's all my fault, I have to help Miss Zhao chop vegetables, otherwise she won't hurt me."

Very good, before Zhao Qingyan began to explain, she began to beat a rake.

Zhao Qingyan has seen a lot of such methods, she sneered in her heart, thinking about how Wang Xueqing looked very scheming and looked so low.

This method is not the same as in the TV series 800 years ago, okay?

After Wang Xueqing's words were finished, Wen Qiao moved the hand that was holding the sleeve by Wang Xueqing very indistinctly, and successfully staggered Wang Xueqing's hand, he looked at Wang Xueqing's wound, "It's okay, we'll talk about this later, your injury is important." ”

The wound on Wang Xueqing's hand had been cleaned, and the old doctor rummaged through his medical box for a while, and finally found a porcelain white vial, which he opened and poured out the powder and poured it on Wang Xueqing's hand.

Wang Xueqing screamed in surprise, and the old doctor pressed his hand and reprimanded: "Don't move, if this medicine is not good, the injury on your hand will be more serious!"

After all, she didn't want her hands to really be wasted, so Wang Xueqing had to endure the pain.

After a while, the old doctor applied the medicine and finally wrapped the wound carefully with a piece of gauze.

"Okay, that's fine, remember not to get your hands wet lately." The old doctor said.

"That's it?" Wang Xueqing asked.

"That's right," the old doctor gave her a strange look, "this injury is not serious, what do you want?"

Naturally, he wanted her to look more seriously injured, so that Wen Qiao would never forgive Zhao Qingyan again. But these careful thoughts are impossible to really say, she just wants Wen Qiao to hate Zhao Qingyan, not hate herself.