"San Young Master, you may need to have a few stitches on the wrist injury!" Jin Meina held up Mu Yiyi's wrist with red eyes and cleaned it up.
Lin Siquan frowned. The wound on Mu Yiyi's wrist was not long, but it was very deep, and it was on his right hand. If he had a needle on his wrist, the wound would definitely affect the flexibility of his wrist in the future.
Mu Yiyi likes painting and learns art painting. In the future, she may no longer be able to paint as she pleases.
Holding the medical needle for suture in his hand, Lin Siquan seemed a little hesitant.
But the bloody wound reminded him that he should not delay his time.[
The towel in her mouth fell off, and Mu Yiyi was soaked in sweat. She tried hard to smile at Lin Siquan. Because of the pain, the smile was a little distorted: "Si Quan, I'm fine!"
Her voice was dry and hoarse.
Lin Siquan's obsidian-like eyes were staring at her, and his heart felt as if it was cut by a sharp blade.
This was the first time he saw Mu Yiyi like this. He looked so weak, but he was so strong in his bones.
"Mu Yiyi, it must be very painful, right?" Jin Meina asked, wiping her tears.
It is said that maternal love is great, but now she really feels why everyone says so.
"Jin Meina, didn't you say I'm a... a fairy?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of Mu Yiyi's mouth, "The fairy... won't know it hurts!"
Kim Mina was stunned at first, then nodded again, burst into tears and laughed: "That's all the past, do you still mention it?"
Mu Yiyi stretched out his uninjured hand with difficulty and touched her tremblingly: "Okay! Don't worry! I'm fine! I can still hold on!"
"real?"
"real!"
"Three Young Master..." Jin Meina shouted softly, and then helped Mu Yi put a towel into her mouth carefully.
Lin Siquan bent down, fixed Mu Yiyi's wrist, and began to sew intently.
Mu Yiyi's body trembled in pain, and she could no longer suppress her pain and cries in her throat, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.
After the stitching was completed, Mu Yiyi walked into hell and was exhausted. He was sweating profusely, hurting and tired.
"Yiyi, be good, sleep for a while, I will take you away when it dawns!" Lin Siquan took out the towel from her mouth and held her left hand tightly. The hand was so cool that it penetrated his heart.
"Si Quan..." Mu Yiyi's mind was a little confused and shouted in fear.
"Don't worry, if I don't leave you, I won't leave you at all. Go to bed!"
Mu Yiyi felt relieved and closed his eyes.[
I hope the child is fine, I hope the child is fine...
Before she fell asleep, this thought was repeated in her mind.
Jin Meina's body leaned against the bulkhead and her eyes fell on Lin Siquan. At this time, he was still noble and elegant.
But when she helped Mu Yiyi treat his wound just now, his calmness, wisdom, and calmness were something she rarely saw. It also added a mysterious feeling to him.
Seeing Mu Yiyi falling asleep, she took a thin blanket from the shelf and covered Mu Yiyi's body.
Lin Siquan carefully let go of Mu Yiyi's hand and gently put it down. Then he carefully wiped the sweat beads on her face and forehead with a towel.
"San Young Master, how do you know that Mu Yiyi is here?" Jin Meina asked.