Rebirth of the Giants

After making the phone call with Qiu Shao, Yang Qi saw Yanqin coming with a medicine box, and looked at the magnificent decoration of the villa, Yang Qi suddenly became a little suspicious of Wen Yanqin's intentions——

Do nothing to be courteous...

Do you want to talk about money again?

"sit down."

"here it is……"

"My house." Wen Yanqin sat down on the sofa, opened the medicine box and took out tweezers and gauze from it: "Don't worry, I won't charge you this time."

Yang Qi pursed his lips, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Wen Yanqin glanced at Yang Qi, who was far away from him, and dipped a cotton ball in alcohol with tweezers: "Sit closer."

"Wen Gaojian..."

"I don't mind if you want to bleed more."

Yang Qi was at a loss for words, so he got up and sat next to Wen Yanqin.

Wen Yanqin pulled Yang Qi, but just as Yang Qi wanted to resist, he pressed his shoulders, and then Wen Yanqin put a cotton ball dipped in alcohol on the wound on Yang Qi's lower back without saying a word.

The sudden stabbing pain made Yang Qi tighten his brows.

"Call out the pain." Wen Yanqin said.

Yang Qi endured the sting of alcohol, frowned and said, "It's okay."

A strange light flashed in his black eyes, but he quickly returned to normal. Wen Yanqin glanced at Yang Qi, threw the blood-stained alcohol swab into the trash can, and then took out the needles and medicine from the medicine box. thread, and bake the needle over an alcohol lamp to sterilize it.

Seeing this, Yang Qi's face changed slightly: "What are you doing?"

"Your wound is deep and needs stitches."

"Sewing?"

"Need me to take a picture of you with my phone?"

"No need..." Yang Qi got up: "I'd better go to the clinic."

Wen Yanqin pushed Yang Qi back: "Are you afraid?"

Yang Qi glanced at the red-hot stitches in Wen Yanqin's hands, and said in a complicated tone, "No anesthetic?"

"No need." Wen Yanqin turned to Yang Qi's shoulder and began to sew up the wound for him: "Just bite your teeth, don't bite your tongue."

The pain intensified all of a sudden, Yang Qi clenched his teeth, and when he turned his head to look at his back, he saw that Wen Yanqin was pulling the thread, and there was blood all over the thread, even on Wen Yanqin's fingers. Piercing the needle into his skin... again and again, Yang Qi could clearly feel the slender needle piercing his skin repeatedly, and Wen Yanqin made the pain a little bit worse every time he pulled the thread, if it wasn't for Yang Qi Qi Neng Ren had already beaten Wen Yanqin to death.

"The man I stitched last time is dead."

Suddenly, Wen Yanqin said such a sentence.

Yang Qi was startled, subconsciously moved his shoulder, and directly pulled the wound that was being stitched. The pain made Yang Qi's eyes go black, and he almost passed out. He took a long time to recover, and a layer of cold sweat had already broken out on his body.

Wen Yanqin still sewed up Yang Qi's wound without changing his face.

Yang Qi made a swallowing movement, gasped and said, "Dead?"

"I lost too much blood and couldn't hold on."

"are friends?"

"Comrade-in-arms."

Comrades?

Yang Qi didn't want to be nosy, but this time is suitable for chatting, because only chatting can relieve the pain caused by suturing the wound, so Yang Qi couldn't help asking a few more questions on this topic: "Have you ever been a soldier?"

"So interested in my affairs?" Wen Yanqin teased while stitching.

"It's just a normal chat." Yang Qi glanced at the bloody needlework behind him, then turned his gaze elsewhere: "You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Wen Yanqin's movements paused for a while, and then he sewed it up skillfully again, his tone was calm and flat as usual: "I used to be a lawyer, but later I became a lawyer."

"Because of comrades?"

"That's it."

Yang Qi nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After finishing the last stitch, Wen Yanqin threw the needle on the plate, got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, Yang Qi turned his head and looked at the sutured wound on his back, there was not much bleeding, and the stitching was quite neat and meticulous. How bad is Chen Xi's skill, but to reach this level, you should practice dozens or even hundreds of times, right?

"Brother, I decided not to embarrass you. I will tell the old man clearly about you when I get back..."

Wen Yanjing was stunned before he finished speaking, looking at the stranger sitting on the sofa, and at the bloody stitches and gauze on the plate on the table, he couldn't turn his mind for a while.

Yang Qi was also taken aback by the sudden intrusion, and immediately grabbed the suit jacket on the sofa and put it on.

"This is not my brother's..." Seeing that the stranger was wearing his second brother's suit jacket, Wen Yanjing was startled for a few seconds, and after he realized it, he immediately walked to the sofa and sat down, put his hand on the backrest, and put Yang Qi stuck in the corner: "Are you my brother's boyfriend?"

Yang Qi: "..."