Quickly wear: The male protagonist is in HE with the villain again

The three executioners exchanged glances and remained silent in tacit agreement, watching the doctor shaking his hands to stop the bleeding on the ground.

The doctor was lucky that he was wearing a mask, otherwise he would have had a physical reaction because he wanted to vomit.

Looking at the muscle tissue and dense bones on Yan Beiheng's back, for the first time, he felt like he had no idea where to start.

He didn't know how to stop the bleeding. With such a large and horrific wound, he thought he should send it to the emergency room for stitches.

Because no one gave the order, the doctor had no right to drag the person to the hospital. He could only perform simple disinfection and debridement, and then bandage to stop the bleeding.

"You...you will lose too much blood if you don't eat..."

The doctor looked at Yan Beiheng who refused to cooperate and tried to persuade him with a trembling voice. He had no choice but to take out the syringe and choose the injection method.

Although there was no instrument to accurately measure Yan Beiheng's injured organs, the doctor followed the principle of treating a dead horse as a living horse and injected him with vitamin K1 drugs to stop the bleeding.

Yan Beiheng had no idea when the seventh lashing started, because even when the doctor came up to him just now, his eyes were blurry.

Although it was not that the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, Yan Beiheng was already dizzy at the moment and his whole body was pale except for the bleeding areas which were red.

As if his body was trying to protect itself, he could no longer feel the pain, only endless coldness and emptiness.

Yan Beiheng knew that this was very similar to the feeling before death, but he could still think.

He couldn't see clearly the executioner from above, and the cold feeling of falling into the abyss was endless. For his human body at this moment, it was like this.

If he had known that the remaining whips of the executioner behind him still landed on his thighs and buttocks, Yan Beiheng might have regretted not using his spiritual power to cheat.

Because there was really no way to attack Yan Beiheng's back. The bones were thick and the spinal cord was vaguely visible. The executioner felt compassion.

It still violated the Yan Clan's punishment rules, and was slapped on his buttocks and thighs that were cushioned by muscles. Although it also left three deep blood grooves, at least it was not exposed anymore.

After the nine whips, Yan Beiheng had long been unconscious. Finally, the man threw the whip and rushed over. The first thing he did was to test his pulse.

"doctor!"

"ambulance!"

"Go to the nearest rescue!"

……

In an instant, the world was noisy, and huge crowds of people rushed over to rescue this person urgently.

*

Not long after Wen Jiaoran woke up, she heard that her son had been sent to the ICU for rescue, and she almost fainted again.

Yan Nanting insisted on dragging her to the hospital. Wen Jiaoran looked at the door number of the intensive care unit blankly, feeling that the noise around her was so disgusting.

After all, it was himself who gave the order to beat the younger son's family like this. Grandpa Zeng also came here immediately.

Unable to save his dignity and apologize, the old man just explained a few words to his youngest son in a procedural manner, and then left surrounded by his subordinates.

"Beiheng...how could Beiheng be so stupid?!"

Grandpa Yan's old face was filled with tears at this moment. He regretted it very much. If he hadn't called his grandson to the old house for the sake of face, he might not be like this.

"Dad, it's not your fault. It's the father's fault that the son didn't teach him. He's so stubborn and rebellious now. It's because Jiaoran and I doted on him so much that he acted so willfully."

Although the tone sounded emotionless, Yan Nanting's nose and eyes were still sore and tight, and he kept holding back from crying and wiping his wife's tears.

"Yes! It's my fault! I shouldn't have given birth to him, so that he is suffering like this now!"

Wen Jiaoran was already going crazy, her temples were tingling, and her beautiful eyes were swollen at the moment.

"Eh……"

The old housekeeper only dared to sigh beside him. He didn't understand why his good young master went to the old house and ended up in the ICU.

……

Chu Ye finally learned the news at nine o'clock in the evening, because Brother Qin had already left in a hurry, and he was now drinking heavily every day.

"Grandpa Yan, uncle...aunt..."

Chu Ye knew that he was a little abnormal, but looking at the depressed faces of Yan Nanting and the others, his heart suddenly rose again.

I heard from my younger brother that he was sent here at noon. Why is Yan Beiheng still in the intensive care unit now? Are the Yan family really planning to beat Xiao Beibei to death? !

"Xiao Ye?"

Yan Nanting was now unshaven and looked ten years older, but he was still the only sane one among the others.

"Uncle Yan, Ah Heng..."

For some reason, Chu Ye felt a little hot in his eyes, and his heart ached like it was being squeezed.

"Dad, you are old, go back and rest first."

Yan Nanting had already ordered someone to bring a comfortable stool, but now it was almost midnight, and his old man had been crying all day.

"Nanting, do you think I...did I do something wrong..."

Grandpa Yan kept blaming himself, especially since his grandson had not come out after rescuing him for so long... He was even more angry.

"You're right, Dad, maybe this is what Beiheng wants."

Break away from the family, for that so-called lover, be free and no longer controlled by them.

"When you are young, take the old man back."

Yan Nanting helped his wife sit down and called to the assistant who had been silent for a long time.

"Yes."

Half an hour later, Yan Nanting forcefully hugged Grandpa Yan and left. Only then did Yan Nanting turn to look at Chu Ye, who was standing aside in a daze:

"Xiao Ye, you should have known about Beiheng for a long time. In fact, it is right to keep it secret from us, at least..."

At least his son still has a life to live. At least he, Yan Nanting, is willing to indulge his useless son forever instead of like now.

Everything seemed to be laid out clearly, and then for the sake of the family, face, and future, Beiheng was punished as a heretic.

"Uncle Yan, I don't understand. What did Aheng do wrong? His family wants to kill him like this?"

Chu Ye's eyes turned completely red. He had long expected that Yan Beiheng's relationship would not be smooth sailing.

But he didn't expect that the Yan clan's family laws would be so strict, as if he had returned to the old society.

"Eh...yeah, it turns out that I, Yan Nanting, am just a failed father in the end."

He couldn't protect his son and made his wife sad, but in name, it was ridiculous that he was still the head of the Yan family...

"Uncle Yan, you don't have to belittle yourself. Ah Heng is excellent, and so are you. You have always been our role model to Chu Qi."

Except for the perverted family legal system, their aristocratic families were all similar. Chu Ye just felt too sorry for Yan Beiheng.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the unique family methods of the Yan clan that it can stand out in the magic city?

"You and Beiheng are good friends, so you should also know that person, right?"

Because she had shed all her tears and hadn't eaten for a long time, Wen Jiaoran's voice was dry and hoarse.

"Well, ask Auntie, I did meet Bai Zhonghuai once, but I didn't know him well."