The movie star's dumb little milk bag

"what happened?"

Seeing that Xie Lin hung up the phone, Xia You quickly put down the things in his hands, and Xie Lin reached out to support him while dialing.

"Don't go so fast," Xie Lin said, "Zhiyan's car was chased by an illegitimate student in Beijing, and he is now in the hospital. What Wen Xing means is that his arm was broken, but the specific situation will not be known until after the surgery."

"Where's Qiao Qiao? Is he okay?" Xia You asked anxiously.

"It's okay, just some scratches, but I heard that he is not in a good state of mind. He is an outsider and has never experienced such a thing. He must be terrified."

Seeing Xia You's worried face, Xie Lin comforted him: "It's okay. After his operation is finished, he will return to Rongcheng after two days of observation. It will be much more convenient for you to see Yuan Qiao then."

Yuan Qiao felt that the time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every minute and every second made him uncomfortable. Seeing that the light in the operating room was always on, he hoped to turn it off quickly, but was afraid of it going off.

He lowered his head and looked at the blood on his fingers, which was left when his brother held his hand in the ambulance just now.

"Brother..." Yuan Qiao unconsciously scratched at the glaring bloodstain with his fingernails, as if this could make time go backwards.

If it wasn't for coaxing him, my brother wouldn't have come to the exhibition, and today's accident wouldn't have happened.

"Qiao Qiao," Wen Xing turned his head, saw the blood on Yuan Qiao's finger, strode forward, and pulled his hand away.

Yuan Qiao looked up at Wen Xing, only then did Wen Xing realize that Yuan Qiao's eyes were full of tears, looking helpless and pitiful.

Wen Xing sighed, sat beside him and comforted him: "It's okay, Zhiyan only injured his arm, his skin is rough and fleshy, it's almost time to rest for a while."

Yuan Qiao nodded mechanically, not sure if he listened or not.

At this time, the lights in the operating room went out, and before Wen Xing could react, the children around him rushed up like a monkey jumping up the sky.

Fu Zhiyan didn't have any major problems in other places, the main one was the arm protecting Yuan Qiao. Apart from the fine wounds scratched by the glass, there was also a slight fracture in the elbow.

Not long after the doctor explained, Fu Zhiyan was pushed out. The anesthetic hadn't taken effect yet, and he felt pretty good right now, especially seeing Yuan Qiao's worried little face. Although his heart ached, he was more satisfied.

"Baby," Fu Zhiyan felt local numbness in the operating room. His situation is really not a difficult major operation. Coupled with his identity as an artist, the doctors talked and laughed throughout the whole process. sentence.

But facing Yuan Qiao, he was weak for a second, grunting and frowning. The doctor couldn't help being surprised when he saw him like this, thinking that he was really uncomfortable.

"Brother, are you in pain?"

After sending Fu Zhiyan back to the ward, Wen Xing followed the inpatient doctor to go through the admission procedures. Yuan Qiao stood by the bed, like a child who had done something wrong, and started crying as soon as he opened his mouth.

Fu Zhiyan hurriedly struggled to get up. He wasn't hurt at first, but he just wanted to make Yuan Qiao feel bad, but seeing the child's sad appearance, he couldn't help coaxing him quickly.