At! At! We are all members of Liang Le's family!! Liang Huan, Liang Qing, and Liang Shichao hurriedly stepped forward and replied to the doctor.

"You're Liang Le's father, right??" The doctor raised his head, glanced at Liang Huan, beckoned to him, and said, "Come here, help us hold down the child, the child has been crying and refusing to let us take medicine and stitches." ”

"How do you press it??" Liang Huan hurriedly followed the doctor and walked into the emergency room.

Liang Qing and Liang Shichao also wanted to go in, but the nurse on the side kindly reminded: "It's better to only go in alone, the more parents go in, the more children will cry, these children are human spirits, they know that there will always be parents who can't bear it." ”

Liang Qing listened to the nurse's words, hesitated for a moment, turned his head to look at his father, but finally held back and didn't go in.

In the emergency room, Lele was lying on the small bed behind the curtain, the blood on his face had been wiped clean, but he cried so hard that his hands and feet kept kicking, and after a while, new blood seeped out from the wound on his forehead.

There is a nurse sister who is pressing him with all her strength, but the nurse sister is petite, and Lele is struggling with the strength to breastfeed, so although his body is barely pressed, his little head is still twisting.

After the doctor brought Liang Huan in, he asked the nurse sister to get out of the way, he asked Liang Huan to stand beside Liang Le, and said to him with a serious face: "You lie on the child, put your elbows on the sides of the child's body, fix his head with both hands, and let him not move, I'm going to start stitching, if he moves, the stitches will be crooked, and he will have a scar when he grows up." ”

"Okay." Liang Huan gritted his teeth, looked at Liang Le, who was crying and sweating profusely, went up to press his body, and pressed his head with both hands.

The doctor took the needle, leaned over slightly, looked at the wound on Liang Le's forehead, and asked the nurse to take an alcohol cotton to wipe off the blood stains that had oozing out, and then said while starting to stitch up: "Press it hard, don't move, I started sewing, that's it...... The pain is a little painful, but this position is not very easy to anesthetic......"

"Okay, hold on a little longer, it's over with two more stitches, and one stitch left...... Don't worry, I'll tie a knot and our wounds will be sewn up......"

After a while, the wound on Liang Le's forehead was finally sewn up, the doctor cut the thread, and said with a long sigh of relief: "This kind of physical work still has to be done by men, you see, isn't it that children can't move??" ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the nurse next to him, and couldn't help but joke again: "Let you usually eat more, you have to lose weight, look, the four-year-old baby can't be pressed!" ”

The nurse glanced at the doctor with some embarrassment, turned to Liang Le, who was still sobbing on the bed, and said, "Little friend, look, doesn't it hurt like this, we have to be brave, boy, don't cry your nose~~"

"Hmm...... I...... I'm trying not to cry......" Liang Le said to the nurse in a milky voice as he sniffled.

Liang Huan looked at the scene in front of him, and also breathed a long sigh of relief, the wound on Lele's forehead, although it looked a little scary at first when the flesh was blurred, but after the doctor sewed it up, the wound looked like a thin long line.