Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Chapter 742 Su Miao Extra Story 14

The doctor almost forced Song Hansheng to look at Su Miao's body, pointing to one place and reading to him.

"Do you see it."

The doctor pointed to Su Miao's neck, where it should have been slender, delicate and white, but now it was a large blood-red scar extending all the way to the back.

"It's a burn, and it's considered a second-degree burn."

The deep layer of the dermis is injured for the second time, blood bubbles are produced by the scald, and the skin tissue is changed. This kind of scald will not heal.

"Judging from the wound, she should not have received timely treatment at that time."

"What do you mean?"

"After the burn, there will be blisters and suppuration. If it is not treated in time, it will be repeatedly inflamed and suppurative, and the wound will become deeper and deeper. This is why the scars on her body are so sunken."

Except for the neck, back and thighs, these are all wounds. When Song Hansheng was in the hotel, he took a quick look at Su Miao's clothes and didn't see many injuries.

Now that the doctor pointed them out one by one, I realized that there were nearly 100 old injuries on her body. The skin and flesh were incomplete, and the internal organs were still decaying.

Song Hansheng stretched out his hand. He wanted to touch it. His slender fingers trembled uncontrollably. His fingertips touched Su Miao's back. The tip seemed to be scalded.

He didn't care at first, and even felt that Su Miao deserved all of this.

If she had been obedient and obedient two years ago and hadn’t stabbed him 29 times, how could she have gone to jail? He admitted that ignoring her was punishment for her. He knew that she was suffering because of her broken finger, but he didn’t understand It was so detailed, I didn't know that she had suffered so many injuries.

He just wanted to return the wound she had inflicted on him, but it was still ten or a thousand times.

Usually it only takes four to five weeks for burns to heal, but those injuries on Su Miao took four to five months. Old wounds healed and new ones were added day after day.

The doctor said heavily: "She has suffered too much."

That prison ruined a doctor's dream, Su Miao could never go back to the past, no wonder she stared at him more fiercely than before.

But even though she was terrified of the prison, she still chose to go back to that prison, unwilling to bow her head to him once.

Song Hansheng's breathing was a little heavy, and his mandible protruded.

"I see."

The doctor frowned and looked at him, what do you know?

"You stay here and watch her well, she will wake up soon."

Song Hansheng didn't know when the doctor turned to leave. He looked at Su Miao quietly, and there was a layer of fluctuation in his calm eyes.

The nurse came in and handed the printed checklist to Song Hansheng, who took up several large pages for a whole-body checkup.

Su Miao fell asleep until midnight, and she had a nightmare again, not so much a nightmare, but a flashback to the past. In the dream, she had her finger broken in prison, and Song Hansheng looked at her indifferently.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, recalling that dream, her whole mind was in a cloud of fog, and after realizing it, she had already been released from prison, and then she met Song Hansheng.

There was still a lotion on her arm, a white nutrient solution, and due to the thick dripping slowly, the back of her hand was swollen and numb to the point of loss of consciousness.

The first time in two years that I slept so peacefully, I didn't expect it to be in the hospital.

After vomiting blood, my mouth was full of bitter taste, and my heart was throbbing.

"woke up?"

A familiar voice sounded at the door, and Song Hansheng walked in and asked, "Are you hungry?

Would you like something to eat?

Or should we drink some water first?

By the way, your body should already be stiff after sleeping for so long, I'll help you up first. "

Song Hansheng said so many words in a row that Su Miao almost thought he was caring about her.

Su Miao looked ungrateful: "You remind me of an epilogue."

Song Hansheng looked slightly startled: "What?"

"The weasel pays New Year's greetings to the chicken."

——I don’t have any good intentions.

Song Hansheng's face changed, but he was not angry: "You also reminded me of a sentence, the dog bit Lu Dongbin."

I don't know good people.

"It's you who returned Lu Dongbin, I think it's the biting dog."

Su Miao was not afraid of Song Hansheng, her words were thorny, her throat was a little sore, she didn't want to talk to Song Hansheng if possible, and even thought it would be an eyesore for him to appear in front of her even if he didn't speak.

"With your body, you still dare to be stubborn with me, Su Miao, when will you be afraid of pain?"

From what Song Hansheng said, Su Miao knew that he had seen the injuries on her body.

Su Miao laughed again, those clean pupils gradually shattered, as if a drop of ink had melted into them and became darker...  

There was only hatred in Weng Hei's eyes, the hatred that had been engraved into the bone marrow, burned and turned into ashes in her eyes.

Su Miao stood up and pulled out the needle on the back of her hand regardless of the pain. She became emotional again: "My body like this is not thanks to you, because you said a word, I was tortured in prison, burnt, stabbed, Whiplash, did you see the whole wound from my neck to my back?

Do you know how it came about?

They scalded it with boiling water and boiling oil. During the hottest summer weather, the wounds became inflamed over and over again. The wounds that should have been blisters, they broke through with water guns one by one, pressed me into the sand and sprinkled it with salt! "