Gu Xiaoyao smacked his lips and pointed at a medical book beside the table, "I am self-taught. (⊙﹏⊙⊙﹏⊙)"
Sero picked up the book on the table. The page folded in half talked about how to treat a cut wrist, and even explained in detail how to treat various depths of cut wrists.
He was so angry that he tore up the medical book to pieces.
Then she ignored Yaoyao's words and just stood aside and watched the doctor treat her wound.
The operation was performed slowly and carefully. Just as Yaoyao himself said, only the veins were injured, not the nerves or aorta.[
She used this to threaten Zero. If he imprisoned her again, the next time he would cut off a artery instead of a vein.
Sero was wearing a thin shirt and stood in front of the window looking at the mountain scenery. He smoked silently alone. When he finished all the cigarettes in the box, the operation was just over. The wound was not deep and he needed 8 stitches.
There will be a suture scar left in the future.
Gu Xiaoyao had finished struggling and stopped. He lay on the bed and half-knocked his eyes weakly.
After the doctors and nurses left, he sat by the bed without saying a word, looking at her slightly swollen cheeks with distress.
He had never hit a woman before, this was the first time, and he was so angry that he lost his mind.
Sero went out and came in again with a hard-boiled egg wrapped in sterile gauze in his hand. He gently massaged and massaged her face.
"Does it hurt?"
Gu Xiaoyao shook his head and said nothing.
"Are you hungry?"
She continued to shake her head and couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of her eyes: "I miss him, can you let me hear his voice?"
"I'll have someone cook millet porridge for you." Sai Luo answered the question inappropriately.
Gu Xiaoyao yelled: "Uncle!!!!"
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In the dining room, the emperor changed his previous dignified attitude and chatted about daily life with several of his subordinates who were closely following him.
He basically knows everyone's situation well, their personalities, what they are good at and what they are not good at, and even remembers clearly how many brothers they have in the family, whether they have been in love, how many children they have, and how old they are.
Chu.
He built the Imperial Garden so that their wives, children, and parents could all live there. Even those who no longer lived in the Imperial Garden and went out to work and go to school, the arrangements were well arranged, so this group of people respected him from the bottom of their hearts, and respected him from the bottom of their hearts.
I am willing to go through life and death for him.
The last supper, this farewell, was an eternal farewell, and he did not leave any trace of what he could command.