Imprisoned by the devil

Mu Li quickly avoided his touch before meeting the attention of the doctors, and the man seemed to understand something, so he didn't say a word.

"How are you doing today? Are you feeling better?" The doctor in charge spoke, a middle-aged man with a big back comb and a moustache with vicissitudes of life. The signs of middle age gathered on his face, but he was not greasy. On the contrary, it feels a little more refined and refined.

"It's much better, thank you doctor." Except for the slight pain in his right hand, everything else he said was true.

The doctor raised his eyebrows at his bandaged arm again, "Do you feel anything in your right hand?"

"It just hurts a little."

"Can you try to move?"

Li Yan frowned at the doctor's continuous 'pressing questions'. He was afraid that Mu Li would know the truth about the hand injury in the next second.

So he took a step forward, blocked the doctor's view of Mu Li with his body, and smiled politely, "Of course it won't be so soon, please worry about it."

Mu Li cast an inexplicable look behind him, he hasn't spoken yet, why does this person like to rush to answer so much?

"It's really too urgent. Others are injured for a hundred days, let alone his situation." The doctor still didn't know about it, but he didn't notice the panic and resentment in the man's eyes.

"Doctor, why don't we go out and talk about it?" Li Yan wished he could use 520 glue to seal the talkative sound, but he was not too polite, but he was trying to take him out with pushing movements.

The other medical staff present all stared at the man's 'domineering' behavior with strange eyes.

"Li Yan, get out of the way." The voice behind him was cold and forceful.

Li Yan turned his head to the side, looked into those indifferent eyes, and saw the cold touch of those lips, "I let you get out of the way!"

The embarrassing atmosphere spread to the surroundings in an instant, Li Yan glanced at the crowd eating melons around him, but could only take a step back with a cold face.

Now that Mu Li wanted to know the truth, he couldn't stop him even if he wanted to, and in the end he was so cold-hearted in person.

But the resentment in his heart was replaced by worry, he really heard Mu Li ask in his nervousness: "Doctor, what did you say about my hand?"

From the dodging of Li Yan's words and deeds and the regret in the doctor's eyes, Mu Li, who has always been meticulous, clearly sensed that something was wrong.

He always felt that a 'bad news' would come next, and he didn't know if he could bear it.

"Your friend, didn't I tell you?" When the doctor swept the two of them back and forth, he faintly realized what he had exposed.

But Li Yan's blue face made him dare not tell the truth for a while, because his attitude of being responsible to the patient was hesitating between telling or not.

"Doctor, I want you to tell me the truth, what happened to my hand?"

Perhaps Mu Li didn't know that his pleading eyes were piercing the man's heart.

Li Yan had no choice but to stop all of this. He escaped the first day of the junior high school, but he couldn't escape the fifteenth day after all.

The doctor sighed embarrassingly after catching the man's dignified expression: "Why don't you let your friend tell you, don't worry, as long as you actively cooperate with the treatment, you will be cured."

When the doctor waited for the group to leave, the whole ward was once again enveloped in a suffocating silence, like a harbinger before the storm.

Li Yan had already prepared for the moment when the storm hit. At this moment, he heard a heartbreakingly weak voice: "Li Yan, can you tell me the truth?"

Looking back, the boy's beautiful eyes looked like an innocent deer before death. His helpless gaze was like an iron hook hooked on Li Yan's body, and the flesh and blood were so painful that he couldn't bear it. I closed my eyes.

He knew that this was an unacceptable fact for Mu Li who had always been proud. Doesn't this seem too cruel?

Next, he immediately sat by his bed, took his hand, and wrapped it tightly in the cool temperature in his palm.