The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

Jane Aijun asked in surprise: "What are you talking about? Beating Village Chief Yang? Qin Zheng, you don't want to stay in the village anymore? Did you beat the village chief?"

After talking about Qin Zheng, Qin Aijun scolded Jian Xining again, "Little sister, I'm not telling you, if you let Qin Zheng beat the village chief like this, our family will not have a hard time in the village in the future. Do you think you are stupid or not? You have harmed Qin Zheng." It also harmed our family.”

Jian Xi Ning also sighed. She had no other choice before, so she took this last step.

While talking, Jian Xining had already sutured Qin Zheng's large wound. Her medical skills were really good, and she could actually chat while suturing.

After sewing them up, she applied medicine to all the wounds on his body.

Apply little by little on your legs, arms, face, and neck.

Qin Zheng just lay there motionless, even breathing less.

When she was close to him, he was thinking randomly in his mind whether he smelled bad or not, or whether the taste in his mouth was good or not. He also tried hard to remember what he had eaten for lunch so that it would not be smoked. Her?

He thought wildly for a while. Jian Xining had already wiped off all the wounds on the exposed parts of his body. She asked, "Are there any other wounds?"

Qin Zheng actually had injuries on his chest, back, and thighs, but he was embarrassed to say it. Even if he did, he couldn't let Jian Xining apply medicine for him.

He pursed his lips and said, "I'll do it myself."

Jian Xining is not a fool. She naturally knows that there may be injuries in relatively private places. She handed the ointment to Jian Aijun and said, "Third brother, please help him apply the ointment. I'll go see how the eldest sister's meal is going."

"Okay." Jane Aijun took the ointment, sat down beside Qin Zheng's bed, and said, "Where are you still injured? I'll wipe it for you."

"No, I'll do it myself."

"You can't even move your legs..." Just halfway through her words, Jane Aijun looked at Qin Zheng with a sudden realization, "No, it won't be hurt there, right? Come on, let's see, can it still be used?" "

Qin Zheng: "..."

Jian Xining listened to the conversation between the two, curved her lips and smiled, then walked into the kitchen. Jian Aihua had baked cornmeal pancakes and cooked a pot of pimple soup with eggs and garlic sprouts in it. She was probably hungry. Jian Xining was excited when she smelled it. Slobber.

"Sister, can we eat now?" Jian Xining asked.

Jian Aihua heard Jian Xining's voice and asked hurriedly: "How is Qin Zheng? Ah Ning, you, you didn't torment him, did you?"

Although she is cooking in the kitchen, she is always worried.

"Sister, it's okay. I've reattached his bones, and now all that's left is to take care of him." Jian Xining said proudly.

Jian Aihua breathed a sigh of relief and stared at Jian Xining quietly.

Jian Xining pursed her lips and tried hard to explain: "I read a book before, and the book described how to set bones..."

In fact, I don’t even believe this.

Jian Aihua didn't want to hear her explanation, nor did she want to pursue this matter. Anyway, she recognized this little sister. No matter how she changed, she was still her little sister, and she didn't care about anything else.

She waved her hand, "Okay, okay, bring the pancakes and pimple soup over here."

Jian Xining pursed her lips and carried the plate to the main room.

Jian Aihua also came in with bowls and chopsticks. As she walked, she called Jian Aijun, "Aijun, get some food for your fourth brother."

"Oh, okay." Jane Aijun put down the ointment in her hand, filled a bowl of pimple soup, and took two cornmeal pancakes to Jane Eyre's party room.

Jane Aihua looked at Qin Zheng's legs being lifted up and wrapped tightly in white gauze. It looked really decent. She took a breath and said, "Qin Zheng can't come down to eat with this leg." Bar?"

"Well, he won't be able to move for at least a month, and he has to be careful when he does move later." Jian Xining said as she picked up a piece of pancake and took a bite.

Jane Eyre filled a bowl of pimple soup, took two pancakes, brought them to Qin Zheng, and asked, "Can you eat it by yourself?"

Qin Zheng nodded, "Thank you, Sister Jian, I can do it."