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Song Yike had seen the injury on Xin Shangzhi's body as early as in the hospital, and he was not surprised when he saw it again, but he frowned unconsciously, and he replied truthfully: "I don't know..."

At this time, the old man pursed his lips and stopped talking, but kept squinting at Song Yike, frowning from time to time and staring at Xin Shangzhi's abdominal wound.

The family doctor examined Xin Shangzhi's injuries carefully, and sighed softly, "Fortunately, no bones were injured!"

"Hey! Young people nowadays really don't care about their bodies at all! Young master, how old is he, can he still go out and fight? Being beaten like this, oh..."

Song Yi didn't make a sound. He was quite guilty before. He thought that Xin Shangzhi's injury was related to Wang Chongyang, but now he thinks it's not.

According to the few scars on Xin Shangzhi's back and his grandfather's anger just now, he can now probably determine how the scars on Xin Shangzhi's body came about.

The doctor took out a bottle of medicine, poured some medicine on Xin Shangzhi's hands, massaged it while applying it, and kept asking Song Yike to learn, "Look, three times a day, massage more when you apply the medicine." For a while, it is best to use a little more strength, and the medicine will be absorbed better!"

Song Yike nodded in earnest, and the doctor smiled and nodded while watching him, the movements of his hands never stopped:

"Don't be in a daze, come on, you apply it, the next time the young master changes the medicine and puts it on you." After finishing speaking, the doctor stared at Song Yike and smiled meaningfully, Song Yike nodded awkwardly.

The doctor stopped what he was doing, and put the medicine bottle into Song Yike's hand.

Song Yi didn't argue with him either. He took the medicine bottle and carefully poured the medicine into the palm of his hand and slowly applied it to Xin Shangzhi. A pleasant scent of traditional Chinese medicine slowly spread out.

Song Yike was afraid of hurting Xin Shangzhi, so he didn't dare to use any strength and was always careful, but Xin Shangzhi still frowned.

The doctor accused from the side: "What are you afraid of! Don't be afraid of using force, the more you massage, the better the effect of the medicine will be!

This is the traditional Chinese medicine prepared by my earthwork, and it works very well! "

Song Yike looked up at the doctor suspiciously, only then did he realize that the three people were all looking at him with different expressions, except for Xin Shangzhi's grandfather who was frowning and crossing his face, the other two were squinting and smiling.

Song Yike felt a little uncomfortable, so he immediately lowered his head and followed the doctor's instructions.

He has a good memory, and he probably learned the techniques the doctor used just now, and rubbed the medicine on Xin Shangzhi's bruise in a decent manner.

Maybe it was because Song Yike was pushing too hard, Xin Shangzhi suddenly let out a muffled snort, and Song Yike quickly withdrew his hand in fright.

The old man said unhappily: "What are you afraid of! Continue! Man, man, can't you bear this pain? Hmph, worthless bastard!

When I broke my hand, I never yelled! "Song Yi felt that there was something in the old man's words, and there was a tingle in them, which was particularly harsh.

But if he felt uncomfortable, he continued to smear Xin Shangzhi with medicine.

The doctor looked at Song Yike's hands carefully and nodded in satisfaction, "Well, yes, you're a fast learner! If you weren't too indecisive, I would have taken you as an apprentice. You seem somewhat talented. Hahaha…"

Song Yi looked puzzled at the doctor who looked to be in his early fifties, didn't pay much attention, and continued to apply medicine.

He managed to finish painting the bruises on his abdomen, and his palms felt a little hot from grinding.

Song Yike wanted to apply some medicine to the scars on Xin Shangzhi's back, but Xin Shangzhi was half lying down, and he had a hard time helping Xin Shangzhi up and leaning on his shoulder, so that he could barely see Xin Shangzhi clearly. The injury on Zhi's back, it is easy to exert strength with his hands, so as not to touch Xin Shangzhi's other injuries.

Song Yike continued to carefully lift the hem of Xin Shangzhidu's clothes, exposing his scars, he actually didn't want to stay here anymore, he always felt that the eyes of the people behind him could burn him alive, one by one Looking at him is like looking at a bad guy who is plotting evil.

Just as he was about to pour the medicine and smear it on, the doctor stepped forward and stopped him, "Wait a minute, let me see if there is any bone damage!"

"Hey! Why do you say that you are covered in injuries!"

The doctor checked the injury while complaining, and then glanced at the distraught old man beside him.

The old man glared at Song Yike angrily and said: "He asked for it himself. When he wakes up, I will take care of my family. Nizi, what a Nizi!"

Song Yi didn't dare to take a breath, he was afraid that if he said something wrong or did something wrong, he would be dizzy.

Contrary to what the old man said before, the old man must have misunderstood him. He doesn't know what that person did five years ago that made him hate it so much and make Xin Shangzhi so obsessed...

Song Yi didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it, but now he is more sure of the similarity between that person and him, it must not just be as simple as a certain place...

Song Yi could bear the sore eyes and continued to pour the medicine, and there was a burst of pain in his heart. As soon as his cold fingertips touched Xin Shangzhi's wound, he heard Xin Shangzhi scream, "Hiss... No, it hurts..."

The movements of Song Yike's hands paused, several people stood aside and guarded like prisoners, Song Yike didn't dare to do other movements.

Xin Shangzhi's fever has not subsided, and when he bowed his head on Song Yike's shoulder, he could feel the hot breath spraying on the sensitive skin around his earlobe.

Song Yike waited for Xin Shangzhi to stop moaning before continuing this hand movement. The doctor seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and stepped forward to help him: "Oh, young master, don't be afraid of his pain, you need to use some strength." only useful."

"Forget it, come and support the young master, I'll apply it! But when you apply the medicine tomorrow, remember not to be so light, massage more, the injury will heal quickly!

Besides, don't worry about the young master being afraid of pain. This kind of injury is nothing. There were more serious injuries than this when he was naughty before. Oh, I used to grab him every day to give him medicine, and I never saw him cry out for pain... "

"You are really different here..."

"Cough cough cough..." The old man coughed a few times and stared at the doctor, who narrowed his eyes and closed his mouth.

Song Yike pursed his lips and did not speak, his cold fingertips were hanging weakly on Xin Shangzhi's waist, and he even trembled a little.

The doctor rubbed Xin Shangzhi's bruise vigorously without mercy, and Xin Shangzhi suddenly snorted, "Ah!... Ah Song...don't, I hurt..."

Xin Shangzhi didn't speak loudly, but everyone present heard it. Song Yike froze almost like a wooden doll. Even the doctor who applied Xin Shangzhi's medicine paused.

Song Yike silently begged Xin Shangzhi to stop talking nonsense in his heart, he could feel the low pressure all over his body.

The doctor smiled awkwardly, and moved his hand away to let Song Yike continue: "Young master, I think you should come, you...

It's already very late, you can rest after applying the medicine to the young master, I'll let Lao Wu take me back first..."

Before he left, Xin Shangzhi continued to hum: "Cold, Ah Song...cold!" Xin Shangzhi simply laid his whole body on Song Yike's body, and put his arms directly on Song Yike's shoulders.

Song Yike's face was so hot that Xin Shangzhi was still lying on his shoulder.

The doctor gave Old Wu winks, the two of them glanced at the old man, and said, "I'll come see the young master's injury tomorrow." After finishing speaking, they walked out cautiously.