Old Man Dong's condition is much better than before, and he is already able to go to the terrace in a wheelchair to bask in the sun.

The mustachioed young master was obviously impatient, and kept asking Ye Manxi on the side: "My dad now has a sense of autonomy, can he take a pen and sign it?" ”

Ye Manxi ignored him seriously for acupuncture, the mustache kept chattering, Ye Manxi looked up at Ye Zemin who was standing on the side, Ye Zemin immediately understood, and said to the mustache with a smile: "Mr. Dong, otherwise we will wait in the room, my daughter doesn't like to be disturbed when she is treated." ”

The mustache returned to the room with a calm face, and Ye Zemin whispered in Ye Manxi's ear: "Don't you still understand what Mr. Dong means?" Don't you have the ability to make the old man regain consciousness in a short period of time with a single needle, or even clear? Don't take too long, as long as you can cope with the examination and the hospital can issue a health certificate. ”

Ye Manxi knew that her father was playing this kind of idea and doing this kind of unconscionable thing.

She just ignored him for acupuncture, Ye Zemin patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't forget, Dad believes in you, you have this kind of ability." ”

Ye Zemin also left the terrace, and Ye Manxi's ears finally became quiet.

She took out the longest silver needle from the acupuncture box, disinfected it with alcohol cotton, and was about to pierce it at the acupuncture point of Old Man Dong, when suddenly a figure rushed over from the door, grabbed Ye Manxi's hand and pushed her aside.

Ye Manxi was defenseless, and Leng Buding came out and pushed her alone, she fell to the ground, and the long silver needle in her hand slashed her arm.

Suddenly, blood oozed from the wound, Ye Manxi raised his head, and there was a tall young man standing in front of him, who she recognized as Dong Zhiqi, the youngest son of the Dong family.

She struggled to get up from the ground, and the other man gasped and glared at her.

Ye Manxi knew that he had misunderstood, so he took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote a line to show him: "Don't worry, I have professional ethics, and I will treat your father with my conscience." ”

Looking at Juanxiu's handwriting on the paper, as well as the slender scars on her snow-white arms, running from her elbows to her wrists, Dong Zhiqi also felt that she was impulsive just now.

"I'm sorry..."He said to Ye Manxi apologetically, "I was a little impulsive just now. Ye Manxi shook her head, her foot was twisted just now, and she limped to the medicine box, found the iodine wine and simply applied the medicine.

Old Man Dong became conscious, raised his hand to Dong Zhiqi, wanted to say something but opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, Ye Manxi wrote on the paper: "Ling Zun's situation has improved, and there will be a day when he can speak, but don't worry, I won't do anything that pulls out seedlings." ”

Looking at the blood marks on her wrists, Dong Zhiqi felt even more embarrassed, he squatted down beside Ye Manxi and picked up the silver needles scattered all over the ground one by one: "I'll take you to the hospital!" ”

Ye Manxi looked at him and suddenly smiled, shook his head, and gestured: "I'm the doctor, have you forgotten?" ”

Her smile made Dong Zhiqi feel dizzy, very strange, although the scars on her face were intertwined, it did not hide her bright smile at all, and it actually made people feel that there was an amazing beauty.

Dong Zhiqi was stunned, Ye Manxi took the silver needle from his hand and walked to the side to re-disinfect.

Dong Zhiqi felt that he was a little out of shape, he squatted in place and looked at the back of Ye Manxi who was disinfecting the silver needle, she was wearing a mint green sweater, and the lace was gently fluttering in the wind.

Purple Pen Literature