The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 343 President, you are a dog! (26)
The wood fell with a clatter, and the two were still in shock.

"Cen Mu!" Feng Cheng's eyes widened.

"It's okay." Cen Mu pulled out a weak smile, and before he had time to recover from the panic, he felt a heavy pain in his back.

The wood on the top drove the next one to fall, hitting Cen Mu's back, and the thrust directly knocked him into Fengcheng's arms.

"There seems to be something wrong this time..." Cen Mu fell into Fengcheng's arms, his voice a little weak.

The construction workers inside rushed out when they heard the movement, and were dumbfounded to see the mess on the ground.

"Why are you standing there in a daze! Call 120 quickly!" Feng Cheng roared angrily, his voice trembling unconsciously, "Cen Mu, are you okay?"

Cen Mu moved in his arms, but it was fine, but it hurt a little from being tightly shackled by the city seal, "Let go of me for a while first."

He hasn't recovered yet, and his tone is weak.

Hearing the words, Fengcheng hurriedly relaxed a little, "Where does it hurt? I'll take you to the hospital."

The workers didn't listen to the closure of the city and dialed 120. The wood was not heavy, but it was not placed properly, and they were suddenly leaning against it in a mess, and accidents were inevitable.

Cen Mu is considerate, but his voice is still a little weak: "You guys clean up, I'm fine, don't listen to him."

"Are you really okay?" Hearing his tone, Feng Cheng felt uneasy, "Turn around, and I'll take a look at your back."

Cen Mu shook his head, his forehead was covered with painful cold sweat, he couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly fell back into Fengcheng's arms, "The back doesn't hurt, but the feet hurt!"

"what?"

Cen Mu silently looked down, "I was too scared when it fell down just now. I seem to have stepped on a nail."

The step was not deep, but blood had already come out, and the white shoes were all stained red.

It may be that there was too much blood, not to mention a pampered and pampered young man like Fengcheng, even he himself was a little scared.

Feng Cheng remained silent, picked Cen Mu up and ran downstairs.

"Actually, it doesn't matter, you don't have to drive so fast." Cen Mu looked at Fengcheng who was pursing his lips, this was the first time he saw Fengcheng's expression.

"It doesn't matter? Then what injury do you think is the most important thing? Others treat you well, but you don't take it seriously, don't you know how to treat yourself better?" When waiting for the traffic light, Fengcheng suddenly yelled at him.

Cen Mu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He was the one who was injured, he didn't do anything wrong himself, he didn't ask for reimbursement or anything, he must be sick due to the closure of the city.

Cen Mu was so frightened that he said, "Can it be considered a work-related injury?" ' This sentence was held back.

Until the hospital, the wound was treated, neither of them said a word.After the tetanus shot, Cen Mu touched his phone, thinking whether to ask Fengcheng to send him back, or let Xu Anqi pick him up?
Before he could turn on the screen, he was picked up by the air and fell into a stable wheelchair.

"Tsk, congratulations on my wheelchair." Now he can go back by himself.

Feng Cheng gave him a blank look, and called the nurse over again, "Give him a re-examination."

"What?"

"Especially the brain."

"..."

The nurse smiled and pushed Cen Mu to do the examination, but Cen Mu stopped him and said, "I just stepped on a nail, it's fine."

Feng Cheng said indifferently: "Your head was smashed."

"It's obviously the back!"

"Then do a body check."

"It's all right."

"I'll reimburse you." Fengcheng insisted on having him go for a checkup, and was pushed away.

Cen Mu twitched his eyes, and after hearing the word reimbursement, he finally let go of his hands and pointed to his covered feet: "Then boss, can this jio be considered a work-related injury?"

(End of this chapter)