Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Lan Xiao poked a small head out of Wen Muchu's arms and smiled at the female nurse: "Nurse sister, it is my stepmother who injured her finger. Could you please help her bandage the wound."

When the female nurse saw Lan Xiao Ni crooked on Wen Muchu, her jealous eyes were full of stars. How much she wished she was this little girl.

What a pity, what a pity the name has a master.

The female nurse was a little sad, pulled her stiff mouth, and smiled at Lan Xiao.

Then, he looked at the so-called stepmother.

"Are you the stepmother of that little beauty?"

Liu Shan nodded awkwardly. Generally speaking, these two words stepmother would not be said so straightforwardly, but Lan Xiao was determined to embarrass her today.

Liu Shan knew in his heart that he couldn't let go of the fire and had to continue to bear it.

"Then you sit on that chair and don't move. I'll bandage you. I may be a little unskilled. You have to bear with me." The female nurse still knows how much she is. If it wasn't because she had a The dean's father, how could this hospital internship place make her top it.

Liu Shan didn't care, thinking that the female nurse was deliberately humble.

She clutched her bleeding fingers, sat down sadly, and glanced at Lan Shanhua pitifully with a pair of eyes.

Put my grievances, pitiful, and vividly rendered.

Lan Xiao watched from the sidelines, his teeth tickling with anger.

However, her breath did not last for ten minutes. When Liu Shan whispered pain and tears came out, Lan Xiao almost jumped up happily.

"Oh... it hurts, can you be more careful?"

"Excuse me, ma'am, it will be better soon. You can bear it." The female nurse wiped the sweat from her forehead, pursing her lips and whispered.

Liu Shan's painful forehead and back were sweating. This pain was even more painful than when she just scratched her finger.

"Hiss~ You got too much disinfectant alcohol, it hurts me to death."

"Sorry, my hands are shaking and I accidentally spilled too much."

Liu Shan was so angry that he didn't recite it.

After finally eliminating the poison, I began to bandage the wound.

As a result, Liu Shan saw that the nurse took the crochet stitch out.

"You...what are you doing?" she asked with a trembling breath.

The nurse blinked, and replied in a very professional tone: "Your wound is a bit deep and the area is not small. Need stitches."

Liu Shan's eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

She waved her hand quickly and refused: "No...no, no stitches, just a little bandage."

"Madam, are you sure you don't? What if there is a scar?" the female nurse asked unwillingly.

Liu Shan shook his head quickly: "No, I'm sure not."

The female nurse sighed slightly, which was considered a compromise: "Well, if the wound does not heal well, you can't find trouble and complain to me."

Liu Shan gritted his teeth secretly, but still smiled, shook his head generously and said no.

The female nurse slowed down and finally bandaged Liu Shan's wound.

Then, he reluctantly looked at Wen Muchu, a handsome and grassy man, before leaving the ward.

Liu Shan's face was blue and purple, his cheeks were full of sweat, his hair was sticking to his face, and the whole body of blood was embarrassing.

It's like, I've been ruined for most of my life, so I don't want to play a good wife and mother.

The whole person sat quietly to the side, in front of the air, not daring to say a word.