Xia Zhinian thought of Huo Yuting coming to her directly, and climbed her window with an injury, instead of going directly to Aya and going to the hospital. Even if he doesn't go to the hospital, Liyuan has an infirmary, how can he come to her?

There must be a reason.

Xia Zhinian gritted his teeth, took off all the clothes on his body, cleaned and bandaged some small wounds.

Looking at the blood clot wound again, her hand trembled, and she poured a bottle of alcohol on the wound to rinse.

Even though Huo Yuting was in a coma, his body still flicked it, which must have been very painful!

Xia Zhinian rinsed three or four times in a row, and then took the cotton and pressed it to stop the bleeding.

She pressed his wound and looked at his resolute features, her vision blurring a little.

He seemed to be completely different from what she had imagined.

She thought he was the domineering president, high up, and his fingers did not touch the spring water.

Can ...... now

He was wounded all over his body.

Is it someone seeking revenge? Or is it some accident?

No! Unlikely, he went on a business trip, how could he wear a jacket?

It should also be a suit.

Messy ......

Xia Zhinian didn't have that much time to guess why he was injured, she only thought about how to deal with his deep wound.

In the past, in Devil's Town, they had always dealt with their injuries by themselves.

So she has experience, but nothing now.

Infirmary!

Right.

Liyuan is so big, there must be an infirmary.

Stealing, she's the best at it.

After the bleeding was successfully stopped, Xia Zhinian cleaned up the things in the house, covered him with a thin blanket, and finally turned off the wall lamp, pretending that she had fallen asleep.

Xia Zhinian opened the door, looked around, and found that the guards of Liyuan were very close.

It was impossible from the front door.

Then you can only be like Huo Yuting, turning the window.

Climbing down from the large terrace on the second floor is not a difficult task. Plus she's prepared.

Hung a rope and hung it down to the second floor.

Xia Zhinian's feet hit the ground, and his eyes swept around, looking for the location of the infirmary.

12 o'clock in the evening.

All of them were almost rested. Except for the security guards on night duty.

Xia Zhinian tiptoed towards the infirmary, and sure enough, there was a family doctor stationed there. By this time he was already snoring from sleep.

She climbed through the window, opened the cabinet, and took the antibiotics, as well as the stitches, the sheep intestines, and some medicines, and the infusion tubes.

Successfully got the medicine and went back to the bedroom.

Stitched Huo Yuting for the first time.

Looking at his perfect abs, about to leave her crooked stitches, she couldn't bear it.

But it can't be delayed.

She could only grit her teeth and try.

gave Huo Yuting an injection of anesthetic first to reduce his pain.

That's when the stitching began.

Xia Zhinian's hands trembled very much, it wasn't sewing cloth, it was sewing meat! Every time I prick it, it seems to be pierced on my body, and cold sweat breaks out on my forehead.

For the doctor, what was done in about 20 minutes, Xia Zhinian did it for more than an hour, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes, and his eyes burst into tears.

It's finally done.

Xia Zhinian shook off his sour hand, sat down in front of the bed, and quietly stared at the sleeping Huo Yuting.

The expression he had just seen her in his mind always came to mind, full of trust and gentleness.

Xia Zhinian's hand trembled and stroked his facial features, including the hideous scar, and his eyelids slowly drooped.

Thank you for your trust.

It feels good to be trusted.

In order to prevent Aya from finding out, Xia Zhinian got up very early in the morning, and told Sister Qin not to take care of her, nor to clean.