Strong counterattack: President, bullying is too much

Ten seconds later, Yan Xia was dragged to the bedside by Li Yunting's collar.

When Li Yunting turned around and lay down on the bed, at that moment, she couldn't help but tremble all over!

There were bloody scars on his back, some of which were fifteen centimeters long, which seemed to be from belt whips, some were stabbed by sharp objects, and some were scratches from fingernails. Although none of the wounds were deep, they were scattered all over. pain.

In addition to these new wounds, there are many old wounds of various shades.

Moreover, it can be seen from the newness and oldness of the scars that this behavior has lasted for at least half a year...

"The one upstairs just now...is it really you?"

Yan Xia was so scared that her face turned pale, she stood there, unable to move.

Li Yunting's face suddenly changed: "You went upstairs?! Who allowed you to walk around?"

"I……"

Yan Xia wanted to explain, saying that she heard his voice and went up because she was worried about him, but she didn't say anything when the words came to her lips.

"You are not allowed to go up to the third floor in the future, and you are not allowed to mention today's incident with anyone! Do you hear me?"

Yan Xia stared blankly at the injuries all over his body, bit her lips: "I see."

Is it wrong for her to care about him?

Even if he didn't expect her to repay "The Eye of the Stars", as a personal doctor, she still had to care about his health.

But he was so sensitive to the secrets hidden upstairs, and he was so tough and violent as soon as she touched it.

She didn't know why, but she felt very sad. She silently took out the medicine box from the cabinet next to him, knelt by the bed and gently treated his wound, applying anti-inflammatory and blood stasis medicine.

Looking at the bruises from the whipping marks and the scarlet scratches, the crying and scolding voice of the woman upstairs kept echoing in Yan Xia's ears, and her hands trembled more and more.

Li Yunting closed his eyes, felt her trembling, turned around and saw her eyes were red.

He rolled over and sat up: "How can there be a doctor like you who would tremble at the sight of a flesh wound. Didn't you have an autopsy in medical school or surgery in a hospital?"

Yan Xia raised her eyes and sniffed: "I'm afraid that your hands will hurt if your hands are heavy..."

Li Yunting was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that her eyes were so red, and she held back two tears.

He was suddenly a little funny.

"It doesn't hurt, don't be afraid."

He got down on the ground and told her to treat her with peace of mind.

She murmured: "There are many bruises, and I have to rub the medicine twice a day. Because of the flesh wounds, I can't take a bath for three days."

"Yeah." He replied softly with a nasal voice.

She put down the medicine, bandaged his wound with gauze, took out a clean pajamas from the cabinet, and put it on for him.

"The old injury was left at least half a year ago, are you used to it?"

Li Yunting's heart suddenly ached, and his eyes stared blankly at the snow-white pillow.

"Ah."

Yan Xia looked at him in astonishment, feeling sad and heartbroken.

"Are you a masochist? Or... is this the way you rich people use to relieve stress? If you have any mental problems, you shouldn't vent like this, you should see a psychiatrist!"

"Su Yanxia," Li Yunting sat up suddenly, and said angrily, "Don't be self-righteous, I don't have a mental illness, nor do I have a split personality."

"Then why did you allow others to beat you?" Yan Xia grabbed his hand excitedly, "Do you know that it was your voice that gritted your teeth and endured the pain that led me upstairs, and that voice trembled... I I know you're in pain!"

Li Yunting silently looked at Yan Xia, his frosty face gradually warmed up.

He raised his arms and hugged her: "I don't hurt, don't worry."

Yan Xia's chin was pressed against his shoulder, and she rolled her eyes angrily.

It's no wonder that such an injury doesn't hurt.

She suddenly poked his heart: "Duplicate! Just hold on..."

Her fingertips slid across Li Yunting's chest, his heart shook suddenly, a strange impulse swept through his body, and he grabbed her hand.

"Don't poke!"