They have good genes, they have intelligence, and it is the most basic to remember what they see, and they are embarrassed to live, and they can't even read a few big characters, which is not to blame them, because they have no opportunity to study, no one wants to teach them, and men in the world are generally like this.

And the only chance to be literate is the Su family's little uncle.

It's a pity that they were all in a hurry, and Uncle Su only had time to teach them some simple Chinese characters and pinyin, and then he became an unconscious vegetative person.

After the group entered the door, Qi Suya invited Minister Wu to sit down, and Vice President Han looked at the snow-white bed.

The young man lay calmly, his cheeks flushed, like the elves of the forest, an ethereal and dreamy beauty.

His light chestnut hair was a little curly, and he was wearing a white shirt, and the clothes Qi Suya took out were exactly one black and one white.

Su Murong first helped Jiang Bicheng take a bath, and only after taking care of Jiang Bicheng did he start to clean up his own.

Vice President Han took out a stethoscope, she was good at Western medicine, and took out a thermometer and asked Su Murong to help stuff it under Jiang Bicheng's arm.

After a long time.

Vice President Han: "It's best to go to the hospital to check carefully, this child's body temperature is 40 degrees, severe pneumonia, and he has to be hospitalized." ”

Su Murong didn't have much expression on his face, and lifted the quilt covering Jiang Bicheng's body.

"Thank you, but Bicheng and I don't want to go to the hospital. Bicheng was most seriously injured by these legs. ”

When he rolled up his trouser legs, revealing Jiang Bicheng's knees, a large area of black and purple, bleeding under the skin, the kneecaps were sinking, and under the flesh was a deep socket sunken out after broken bones.

Several people present were all shocked.

Vice President Han took a breath, he thought that Jiang Bicheng was just a little sicker, but he didn't think that there was such an injury on his body.

You can see at a glance that this person is useless, and he is paralyzed.

"This has to be checked closely, the kneecaps are shattered, the broken bones can't be left inside, and surgery is necessary!"

But even if surgery is done, at most, the broken bones are removed to avoid further deterioration.

However, surgery?

Su Murong shook his head silently.

You can't go to the hospital, and the neighborhood of the hospital in the city is full of people with black moleus, and once they go, they will be exposed, which will definitely be unfavorable.

After a long time, Vice President Han looked at Su Murong.

Looking at the knife wound on Su Murong's face, the stitches were very rough.

"Who sewed this?"

Su Murong: "Me." ”

Vice President Han: "??? ”

Sewing needles yourself?

"This doesn't work, I have to remove the stitches and make it again, the wound inside is not cleaned, it is inflamed and infected and pus."

Exactly two hours later.

Su Murong sat on a chair, the knife wounds on his face, as well as the flesh wounds on his body, were all dealt with, and the most conspicuous was his face.

Half of his face was wrapped in white gauze, and he had to get three bottles of medicine with injections on the back of his hands.

There are those that treat fever, those that are anti-inflammatory, and those that have other effects.

Qi Suya sent Vice President Han away, and then stuffed a red envelope into Vice President Han's hand, but Vice President Han didn't accept it.

"I'm friends with Lao Wu, Xiao Qi, those two in the house, it's terrible!"

Not to mention Jiang Bicheng, Su Murong alone, has countless injuries on his body, big and small, is he in pain? He must have hurt, but he didn't show it.

Moreover, the knife on his face, the flesh and blood rolled up after the injury, he used needles and threads to suture it himself, and he didn't even anesthetize, this person was too cruel to himself, and this tenacity was too great.