After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Wen Yinuo didn't know yet that Gu Ran was targeting him again.

Early in the morning, after waking up and reviewing for less than half an hour, he began to think about how to make up a story under the nurse's questioning, but he didn't find that the burst wound on the leg was more reasonable.

According to popular thinking, the wound on Wen Yinuo's leg would have split again, and unless he deliberately ignored it, he would have noticed it as long as he was awake.

"Do I have to take a nap?" He poked at the red spots on the gauze and murmured, "This is not a good idea..."

When it was time to go to bed at night, Wen Yinuo would be awakened by nightmares within two hours of sleep.

Not to mention during the day.

Putting him into a deep sleep is more terrifying than killing him.

At 9:30 in the morning, the nurse knocked on Wen Yinuo's ward door on time.

The first time, I knocked three times, but there was no response.

The nurse thought about how every time she changed Wen Yinuo's dressing these days, she saw him sitting on the bed, holding a small table, and sometimes wearing headphones to listen to his hearing. She thought he was doing the same this time, so she didn't take it seriously. She went to check on the patients in other wards before going back to the outside of Wen Yinuo's ward.

This time she knocked three times, but still got no response.

The nurse became a little worried and knocked harder: "Wen Yinuo, can you hear me?"

"I'm in!"

The ward was silent for a few seconds, and then the young man's sleepy voice came:

"Hmm? Oh... come in."

The nurse opened the door and pushed the medicine cart in. Seeing Wen Yinuo, who was obviously just waking up, a kind smile appeared in her eyes:

"Hey, our little handsome boy actually slept in today?"

Wen Yinuo, who was nervous about how to explain the wound, was no longer nervous now. His little face flushed red, and he clutched the quilt tightly in embarrassment.

The nurse continued to tease him with a smile: "I've told you so many times that I won't eat you. Why is your face so red again?"

"I'm so shy, how will I be able to date in the future..."

Before the last word was uttered, the nurse opened her eyes in shock when she lifted the quilt and saw that even the outermost bandage was stained red.

Wen Yinuo was still rubbing his tired eyes: "What's wrong?"

The nurse looked at the boy who seemed to feel no pain at all, with mixed emotions in her eyes:

"Nono, did you not sleep well last night?"

Wen Yinuo yawned: "Hmm...ah? I didn't sleep well."

"After waking up vaguely in the middle of the night, I have been feeling a dull pain in my legs ever since."

The nurse sighed, informed Dr. Wen Yinuo, and began to remove the gauze gently: "Your leg hurts, so why don't you take a closer look?"

Wen Yinuo said indifferently: "The pain is not obvious."

"Besides, before my leg was injured, it would hurt from time to time at night."

"I'm used to it."

The nurse paused as she was removing the gauze. She didn't even have time to feel heartache, let alone blame him.

As her thoughts surged in her mind, there was more kindness in her eyes:

"That was in the past. You can't do that again in the future."

"But no matter what others think, your body is your own after all."

Wen Yinuo lowered his head and replied softly, "Hmm."

After the gauze was removed, the wound, which occupied almost half of the calf, became much more hideous to the naked eye.

The nurse watched, talking to Wen Yinuo to divert his attention while disinfecting the wound.

Throughout the whole process, although Wen Yinuo did not cry out in pain, the cold sweat on his forehead clearly showed that he was not as calm as he looked when the wound was being disinfected.

"Just say it out loud if it hurts. Don't hold it in." The nurse said helplessly, "You're still a child."

Wen Yinuo used the pages of the book to conceal the emotions that were surging in his heart because of this sentence.

You are still a child, don't wrong yourself...

When was the last time you heard something like this?

It was as if the sky and the sea melted together across a stormy night, separated by a layer of death that could never be ignored.

That was the story when Wen Jian was still alive.

Wen Jian always says things like "Even if Nuonuo is eighty years old, as long as your mother is still alive, you can still act like a spoiled child in front of me."

Before the accident, Wen Yinuo had always believed in this sentence.

But just two days after Wen Jian left, the Gu family members who came to visit him said to him the first thing they said: He was so old but he didn't act like an adult.

Later, the Gu family took the paternity test certificate and forcibly took him back to the Gu family on the grounds that he was still a minor.

After living in the Gu family for less than two months, Wen Yinuo discovered that the more wronged he felt, the more disgusted the Gu family members were with him.

Wen Yinuo began to hide his emotions. As time went by, he got used to keeping everything in his heart.

He completely forgot that in the past, even if he had a small cut on his hand, he would go to Wen Jian to cry and complain.

The nurse thought the boy was reviewing seriously, so she smiled and said nothing more.

But I felt very unfair.

Wen Yinuo is such a well-behaved and obedient child. If he were placed in their home, who wouldn’t spoil him?

Unfortunately, the parents I have to deal with are mentally ill.

It makes me angry just thinking about it!

Wen Yinuo didn't know that the nurse was speaking up for him. He waited for more than a minute and didn't hear the nurse's voice again, so he felt a little uneasy.

Could it be that she was angry because he didn't answer?

With this thought in mind, Wen Yinuo put down the book he was using as a disguise and looked over.

He nervously found a common topic to start with:

"...Nurse, do you not need to bandage the wound anymore?"

After a few days, the nurse had become familiar with him. She raised her hand and rubbed the top of Wen Yinuo's head twice:

"Oh, our kids study really hard."

"It's not that I don't want to bandage you. Your wound has burst open. I've notified the doctor. I'll wait for him to come and check you out."

Wen Yinuo said "Oh" and continued to look at the nurse nervously.

"Huh? Pretty boy, looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Wen Yinuo endured the discomfort in his heart and repeatedly reminded himself that the person in front of him was not from the Gu family and would not just laugh at him. He spoke with pale lips:

"I just... didn't answer you, are you angry?"

The nurse didn't expect the boy to ask her such a question. After a moment of shock, she said gently, "No."

“Everyone has the freedom to choose whether to answer or not when faced with a question.”

"People who force others to respond to every word they ask are simply sick."

Wen Yinuo breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the ward door that had been opened a crack and said in a hoarse voice, "When will Doctor Lin arrive?"

He wanted to finish reading it as soon as possible so that he could continue reviewing.

"Him?" The nurse curled her lips. "It should be soon."

"But let me tell you..."

The door of the ward opened with a slight sound, and Dr. Lin rushed in, exhausted: "Tell me? Tell me what?"

"Sister Zhao, you are destroying my reputation behind my back again, right?"

The nurse stood up and gave him the seat in front of the bed. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense and come and check the wound."

Doctor Lin was still a little annoyed: "Didn't I just get mad at Mr. Fu? I'm a surgeon, and he asked me what to do if I have nightmares every night."

"Nervous."

Thanks to Dr. Lin's frequent scolding over the years, the nurse had some understanding of the man named Fu.

To put it simply, he is a domineering boss who has a bit of PTSD towards hospitals.

Although Dr. Lin may curse people, he still has professional ability.

After a careful examination, he looked at Wen Yinuo and said, "It's no big deal. Just continue with the treatment as planned."

"I still have to make rounds. If the child feels unwell, just press the bell on the bed."

He left, and the nurse came over and re-bandaged the wound in a few seconds, forming a perfect bow.

"Okay!" The nurse said cheerfully, and before leaving, she did not forget to tease Wen Yinuo again, "Sister, I'm leaving now. I won't disturb our handsome boy from reviewing!"

The door of the ward opened and closed quietly. Wen Yinuo looked at the beautiful bow and felt a pain in his heart.

He didn't understand why even doctors and nurses, who were complete strangers to him, were so kind to him.

Why do his blood relatives dislike everything about him and want him to die more than anyone else?