The doctor was kind-hearted, and since she heard about it, she couldn't do anything about it.
Then I went directly to the clinic with Doctor Song while wearing a wig.
As soon as they arrived at the door, they could hear Brother Qing's moans. Song Qianqian saw that his steamed buns were sweating, his face was pale, and his consciousness was a little blurry.
Without further ado, I approached him, took his hand and pressed an acupuncture point on his arm. I glanced at the younger brother next to me and said, "Press it on him."
The younger brother subconsciously obeyed.
Wei Qing struggled to open his eyes and looked at her. She looked familiar but didn't seem to recognize her, "What are you going to do?"
Song Qianqian ignored him, looked at his wounds, and frowned, "Where are the chopped off fingers?"
Another boy quickly showed her the wrapped finger, "Brother Qing, it hurts too much, we don't dare to fight back."
Logically speaking, such a large clinic cannot perform surgery on a finger, but if it is not done now, his hand will not be able to be connected at all.
Song Qianqian quickly wrote something down and handed it to Uncle Song with his backhand, "Go get it."
After a while, Uncle Song prepared everything accurately.
She confirmed, "Everyone, go out and close the door."
Dr. Song Shu has experience in this matter, and he dragged Brother Qing's younger brothers out.
Wei Qing felt an inexplicable sense of crisis when he saw the two of them alone in the room, forcing himself to hold on and not dare to close his eyes.
Then, Song Qianqian took his umbrella, wrote something more, and spoke to the air: "Xianxian, get me a set of these things."
Wei Qing thought of her when he saw an umbrella.
In the next second, the snow-white fox jumped onto the table.
Damn it! Damn it! Wei Qing’s heart was about to jump out of her chest, and she suspected that she was hallucinating from the pain!
Xianxian had already taken out all the surgical needles and the like for her, and she waited aside obediently to remove the things later.
Song Qianqian did not give him any anesthetic and started directly.
"Ah~~~!!" Wei Qing bit his back molar teeth and howled and fainted completely.
About twenty minutes later.
Wei Qing woke up again, his face still pale and his eyelids drooped. He tried his best to glance around.
I saw nothing but her.
"Just now..." He opened his mouth.
Song Qianqian raised her eyes, "Are you awake?" and then said, "You are hallucinating."
She took the umbrella and prepared to leave, "Get up when you wake up and drink some water or something. Fortunately, the severed finger is neatly cut, so it is not difficult to pick it up."
Wei Qing didn't feel much pain in his finger, so he hurriedly looked at it now.
Then he was stunned.
The stitching was very neat and the thread was very thin. Why did he actually think it looked good?
When he left the casino, he felt that he had been disabled for the rest of his life. How ugly would it be without his fingers? For a person like him who sometimes feels distressed when losing a hair, that was an unbearable disability.
Seeing her about to leave, Wei Qing suddenly said: "I want to swore my sworn vows with you!"
She stopped and looked at him inexplicably.
Wei Qing, on the other hand, looked like "I don't have to refuse if I give you a chance." "What's your name?"
She smiled and said, "Song Qianqian." Then she said, "Not interested."
Wei Qing's eyes lit up. Send money?
What a good name. No wonder she is a top-notch gambler and gets money at her fingertips.
Then he must be acquainted with this brother.
Seeing that she was unmoved, he turned to leave.
Wei Qing threatened: "I want you to be my brother! I will give you whatever you want, and I will do whatever you ask me to do!"
Song Qianqian was funny, "My hand was chopped off, what can you give me?"
Wei Qing then let out a cry in his heart, "Do you really think I'm a gangster? I'm just going to bet with someone. I just don't accept it. It has nothing to do with money!"
Song Qianqian still smiled, treating him as a young boy with a little more loyalty, "You don't need to thank me, and you don't need to make sworn vows. Just let your family take you back."
I lost a lot of blood and still need to rest.
Wei Qing said in a low voice: "There is no one at home."
She glanced at him again, "Your father, your mother?"
Wei Qing didn't care, "My mother died giving birth to me, and my father became a monk."
Become a monk?
Someone flashed through Song Qianqian's mind, and she stared at Wei Qing for a while, "Your... surname is Wei? Full name is Wei Qing?"
Wei Qing glanced at her, "How do you know?"
Then he said: "Who cares what my last name is? Anyway, from today on, you are my brother, gender is ignored."
Song Qianqian's throat suddenly felt sore. Is he Wei Jimo's son?
"Your father..." Forget it, she didn't ask. She took a slight breath to suppress the sourness and raised her eyebrows, "That's okay, but calling me eldest brother will give you an advantage."
It's not too much to call her aunt.
"You agreed?" There was real joy in Wei Qing's eyes, and he showed his attitude the next second, "If you are not willing to call me brother, then I will ask you to send money in private?"
She frowned, "It's Song Qianqian, what's your accent?"
"Same!" Wei Qing happily hugged her shoulders, "I'll invite you to my house for dinner!"
Obviously, he doesn't regard her as a girl, especially since she is a student now and looks a bit like a tomboy.
The door opens.
People outside saw the two people coming out arm-in-arm with rich expressions.
Finally, Uncle Song went over and slapped Wei Qing's claws off.
Wei Qing was in a good mood and had a good temper at the moment, so he called "Third Brother".
Uncle Song looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, "What did you call me?"
Wei Qing simply stretched his head over and said, "If we don't fight, we won't get to know each other. We have offended many people in the past. Third brother can be wiped out with two beatings. We will be a family from now on?"
The two boys on the side looked horrified. Did Brother Qing have his fingers cut off, or was his head cut off and resurrected?
Seeing that Uncle Song didn't make any move, Wei Qing announced to his brothers, "From today on, she will be my sworn elder brother. I will let you know when I go down."
Song Qianqian looked at Dr. Song Shu, "I'll go out with him, and you can work hard."
After leaving the clinic, she walked in front.
The younger brother behind reminded Wei Qing in a low voice: "Brother Qing, I heard that she is the fake daughter who was kicked out by the Gu family. She is crazy. Don't get infected."
Wei Qing directly slapped his younger brother on the forehead, "I don't care about others. If any of you dare to talk nonsense in private, your tongue will be pulled out. If you hear other people talking nonsense, pull it out too!"
He only knew that if his eldest brother hadn't said that one day he would have his hand chopped off, so he didn't bet too much at that time, otherwise he would lose an arm.
Now she also saved his finger.
Song Qianqian agreed to go to his house with Wei Qing for dinner because she wanted to see how the Wei family was doing now and see photos of his father in recent years.
However, when they reached a certain neighborhood in the car, Wei Qing took a look outside and suddenly stopped.
Looking not far away, "The little old man is bullying people here again, I have to torture him!"
Song Qianqian looked over and saw... the old man who had fainted two days ago.
Do they know each other?
Wei Qing and the old man looked like they had been friends for many years. The old man looked up and smiled when he saw him, and the two of them high-fived and fist-bumped.
She just followed and stood quietly behind to watch.
Wei Qing glanced at the chessboard and said, "Hey, brother, have you made any progress?"
This chess game is obviously won by the old man, but at first glance it is a dead end.