Leng Ono was brought back to the bedroom on the fourth floor by Huangfu Yaoyang and placed in the center of the round bed.

Looking at Leng Xiaoye lying on the pillow with his eyes closed, Huangfu Yaoyang frowned.

When he shot just now, he had already carefully estimated.

The distance she was from the jet ski and the force of the explosion that could have resulted determined that she should not have been injured before firing the shot.

At this moment, Leng Xiaoye's body showed no traces of injury.

Despite this, Huangfu Yaoyang still carefully examined her from head to toe twice, and was completely relieved to make sure that there were no other wounds on her body except for the palm.

"Sir!" The old butler knocked softly on the open door, "The doctor is here." ”

Pulling the thin quilt over Leng Xiaoye, Huangfu Yaoyang spoke, "Let him in." ”

The white male doctor with the medicine box hurriedly walked in and immediately started a routine examination for Leng Ono.

Watching the doctor open Leng Xiaoye's eyelids, check her pupils, and reach over again, gently touching her forehead, a strange color flashed in Huangfu Yaoyang's eyes, but he didn't make a sound.

When the male doctor took out the stethoscope and stretched it out to Leng Xiaoye's chest, Huangfu Yaoyang finally couldn't help it and pushed the other party away.

"I'm asking you to bandage her!"

The male doctor almost fell to the ground, but fortunately the butler held his arm in time.

"Yes, Mr. Duke!"

Until this time, the male doctor didn't know what he had done wrong, but was busy opening the medicine box and taking out the medicine wool, gauze and other things inside.

Seeing that the male doctor stretched out his hand to Leng Xiaoye's injured arm, Huangfu Yaoyang reached out again and stopped him.

"Get out."

The male doctor raised his face in confusion, "You don't want me to ......"

Huangfu Yaoyang didn't make a sound, just raised his face and glanced at him.

His blindfold had fallen back into place, revealing his right eye, cold as a frozen sea, filled with murderous intent.

Catching up with Huangfu Yaoyang's gaze, the male doctor's cold sweat broke out all of a sudden, his lips and tongue were dry, and he couldn't say a word.

"You go out first, I'll ask you to come up if there's something." The old butler spoke in time.

Only then did the male doctor react, trembling in response, and hurriedly turned around and walked out the door.

In a panic in his heart, he walked in a hurry, he didn't notice the threshold, stumbled under his feet, and almost fell.

With an exclamation, he busily grabbed the door frame.

Hearing his voice, Huangfu Yaoyang looked over with displeasure again.

"Right...... Sorry ......"

The male doctor stammered an apology and hurriedly stepped out the door.

He walked a dozen steps softly before he hurriedly quickened up and went downstairs.

In the bedroom, Huangfu Yaoyang had already carefully picked up Leng Xiaoye's wound and separated Leng Xiaoye's slightly curled fingers.

The old butler immediately thoughtfully brought over the tray with tweezers and cotton wool, he pinched the tweezers, picked up a piece of cotton wool, and helped Leng Xiaoye clean the blood stains on his mouth.

From childhood to adulthood, everything is taken care of by Huangfu Yaoyang, who is used to being taken care of, and this is the first time in his life to take care of others.

Naturally, I don't know the severity of the technique.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain in the palm was already obvious, the wound was already painful, plus it was stimulated by the liquid on the cotton wool, and Huangfu Yaoyang's technique was too heavy, Leng Xiaoye's wound hurt, and his fingers instinctively curled up again.

Huangfu Yaoyang frowned angrily and parted Leng Ono's fingers.

As a result, he used a little more force, and Leng Ono hurt even more, so he instinctively curled up his fingers again.