President, madam calls you for divorce

Wen Feixing spoke in a calm voice, as if he was saying that today's weather is very good.

But his words sounded like thunder to An Yuanyuan, and An Yuanyuan almost lost his grip on the steering wheel.

Wen Feixing quickly helped her stabilize the steering wheel, An Yuanyuan turned his head and stared at Wen Feixing viciously.

On the contrary, Wen Feixing looked at An Yuanyuan innocently.

"You say you don't want to die, but you really don't want to die."

"I'm just joking, you can't implement it so quickly."

When the car stopped here, An Yuanyao cursed at the madman, and then got out of the car to leave, but Wen Feixing grabbed him.

With a strong pull, Wen Feixing pushed his shoulders, and traces of blood seeped out through his white shirt.

The expression on Wen Feixing's face didn't change, it was still smiling, "It's not good to throw me here as a patient."

"I'm afraid that if I go down in the car with you, a lunatic, I will die in a while."

"Don't speak so harshly, I'm a lunatic."

"You're not a lunatic with this look of death."

"I think it's you who is dead. You don't even hold the steering wheel properly when driving. I should really be worried when someone like you is driving."

"I haven't said anything now, but you are here to sue the villain first. Is this really good?"

"You're clearly making unreasonable words."

"Who wants to die in the car with you, I'm just joking."

"Is there such a joke? You are joking with your life."

An Yuanyao didn't want to believe a word of Wen Feixing's words. Seeing his appearance, An Yuanyao believed that Wen Feixing's brain was abnormal, and this person seemed to be getting more and more abnormal.

But Wen Feixing looked at An Yuanyao, whose face was becoming more and more ugly, and had no choice but to show the wound.

He put his shoulders in front of An Tiaoyuan, and he said softly, "Look, my wound seems to be serious again, and now it hurts so much, I don't know if there will be any sequelae, you throw me here now, I what to do?"

"I'll call Fan Chen to pick you up."

"How can he take good care of me with his clumsy appearance?"

"Thank you for your trust in me, but I'm also clumsy, how can I take good care of you."

"Where are you clumsy, you are the most ingenious."

An Yuanyao felt hehe in his heart.

But the expression on Wen Feixing's face changed again and again, and he sat in the car playing a rogue.

There was nothing he could do about it, so An Yuanyuan had no choice but to put her hands on the steering wheel again, kick the accelerator and go straight to the hospital. She didn't want to waste any more time now.

This is Wen's affiliated hospital. When the president came over, everyone jumped into action.

A large group of doctors looked and looked around Wen Feixing, and finally changed Wen Feixing's medicine, and only then did someone come to explain to An Yuanyuan.

The doctor said that Wen Feixing's injury was serious, and if he didn't take care of it properly, the movement of this arm might be affected in the future.

Ever since An Yuanyuan saw Wen Feixing came back, he seemed to be okay, and the wound was also neatly bandaged, and it didn't look serious.

I thought he would recover after a few days, but I didn't expect that it might have an impact in the future.

This made An Yuanyu a little remorseful. When he looked at Wen Feixing, his heart sank, and he asked the doctor how to treat him.

The doctor sat there, and then said a lot, he spoke slowly, An Yuanyuan listened to his words without getting tired of it, and carefully recorded them.

After hearing the words, An Yuanyuan couldn't help feeling a little worried, and asked again, "Is this really serious?"

In the current situation, the old doctor nodded directly, confirming that Wen Feixing is extremely serious, and if he does not pay attention to rest and makes the injury worse, he may not even be able to use it normally in the future.

An Yuanyuan's brows were slightly furrowed, as if he never expected such a scene, and when he remembered that he was arguing with Wen Feixing just now, An Yuanyuan felt even more sad.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say, the old doctor looked at An Yuanyao with glasses, his expression was not really bright, but he thought that An Yuanyao didn't believe what he said.

Looking at An Yuanyao, the old doctor shook his head and continued to speak, saying that Wen Feixing's injury was serious at that time, the knife was stabbed and he was not pulled out in time, and the knife was thrown out by Wen Feixing again, the whole wound was originally small, only a moment It became so big that it almost hurt the bones in the arm.

Speaking of this, the old doctor himself sighed, as if he was still feeling sorry for Wen Feixing.

The current situation made An Yuanyu dare not take it lightly, and she asked Wen Feixing in more detail how he should take care of it so that he could get better faster.

The doctor started a new round of introductions, and the two of them hadn't finished talking when Wen Feixing had already been bandaged and came over.

Listening to the doctor's explanation word by word, An Yuanyuan listened carefully, Wen Feixing felt a little complacent in his heart, and even felt that it was worth the pain.

But seeing An Yuanyao's worried look, Wen Feixing pretended not to care and hurried over, "What are you talking about? I'm fine now, let's go."

Seeing Wen Feixing so casually, An Yuanyuan gave him a hard look.

"Have you counted your injuries? The doctor said you were seriously ill, why don't you care at all?"

"Of course I'm aware of my own wounds. You can see that they've all been bandaged up."

As Wen Feixing spoke, he made gestures at An Yuanyao, trying to prove that his injury was not a problem at all.

Seeing Wen Feixing's actions, An Yuanyuan gave him a hard look, and raised his hand to give him a hand, but thinking of his injury, he took his hand back resentfully.

"Okay, I know you're fine, let the doctor prescribe some medicine for you to go home."

"I'll talk to the doctor for a while."

An Yuanyuan pushed Wen Feixing away as he spoke.

Wen Feixing knew that An Yuanyu wanted to continue to understand his injury, but he didn't say anything.

At this moment, Wen Feixing followed An Yuanyuan's words and walked out.

The old doctor couldn't help but smiled when he saw the interaction between the two, "I didn't expect the relationship between the president and the madam to be so good, but the madam doesn't need to worry too much. As long as the injury doesn't make her worse, it will heal slowly, but It won’t have any big impact in the future.”

When the doctor said this, An Yuanyuan felt a little more at ease, and she asked the doctor for a long time before going out.

I saw Wen Feixing leaning against the wall, holding a bag full of medicine in his hand.

Wen Feixing's nonchalant expression made An Yuanyuan very dissatisfied.

"Can you be more serious, this is about you."

Throwing the bag aside, An Yuanyuan looked at this nonchalant expression and became more and more angry, "Did you hear what I said?"

"I heard it, but what does it matter? It won't be a problem anyway."

"Haven't you heard from the doctor about your condition?"

Wen Feixing looked at An Yuanyao, smiled slightly, and walked to An Yuanyao's side.