I lost my horse after agreeing to a divorce with the crazy villain

Chapter 595 Fortunately, I came in time
After Jiang Xingzhi entered the living room, he was stunned.

The living room is huge.

The entire first floor should be set up as a living room.

To the left of the living room is a small sports court, and to the right are rows of bookshelves.

Moreover, the living room is fully equipped with various small ornaments, which makes it very warm at first sight.

This was nothing like the room she lived in in Jiang's house.

The doctor is a doctor from the Jiang family.

I used to see Yan Wu often. Although he was a middle-aged and elderly man, he was very humorous.

He looked at the scratches on Yan Wu's legs and the bruises on his ankles.

He sighed and said to himself: "Fortunately, fortunately I came in time."

When Jiang Xingzhi heard this, he hurriedly said: "Is it serious?"

Doctor: "It's not serious. If I had come later, the wound would have been healed."

Anyone who traveled so far in the middle of the night to look at a minor injury would be angry.

The doctor didn't wait for Jiang Xingzhi's response and continued: "You can help bandage such a small injury. Although men and women are not close, this is a young man. What are you afraid of? People will not blackmail you."

The doctor had also lived in the Jiang family for a long time before he dared to criticize Jiang Xingzhi like this.

Yan Wu didn't hold back and laughed.

Jiang Xingzhi: "She bled a lot, a lot of blood..."

Doctor: "Do you have three drops?"

Jiang Xingzhi: ... "One to two hundred milliliters."

Yan Wu: ...could this guy have specially measured the aunt's blood on the mat?

Upon hearing this, the doctor looked at Yan Wu doubtfully: "If it's not convenient for me to see you here, can you find a room?"

Although the wound stretched all the way to the thigh, the boy was a little shy and only showed him the thigh.

The doctor felt that if Jiang Xingzhi didn't speak, the boy's wound should be somewhere.

Yan Wu:......

"Don't look at it. It's really fine. If something happened, I wouldn't be able to run around here. I would have been lying down long ago after bleeding so much."

Doctor: "Shall I take your pulse?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Wu hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, let alone feeling the pulse."

The old Chinese doctors she watched on TV could tell whether someone was a boy or girl just by taking their pulse.

She didn't want to fall off her horse and stay in front of Jiang Xingzhi.

The doctor turned his head and looked at Jiang Xingzhi.

Jiang Xingzhi advised Yan Wu: "It's not good to hide a disease and avoid medical treatment. Don't worry, I won't ask you for medical expenses. I will buy the medicine for you. After all, I was the one who hit you."

Yan Wu: "If I say it's okay, it means it's okay."

She stood, jumped a few steps in the living room, and strode back and forth: "It's really okay. If something happened to me, could I still be so rude..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her feet cramped and she fell to her knees.

Jiang Xingzhi happened to come to help her and took one of her hands, but not her body.

Yan Wu put his hand on his and half-knelt in front of him...

Lifting his head, he saw that it was under Jiang Xingzhi's waist...

Yan Wu suddenly remembered what those little girls said before.

Oh my god, she couldn't look straight at such a gesture.

After kneeling for less than a second, Yan Wu stood up hurriedly, holding Jiang Xingzhi's hand.

"I'm really fine. I just had a little pain in my ankle just now. The injury on my thigh is really fine."

Jiang Xingzhi's eyes were on her hands.

He remembered that it was this hand that took the bullet for him.

The bullet passed through her palm.

At that time, he wanted to hold her down in the ambulance.

I wish I could bandage her myself.

However, reason told him again.

She doesn't like to be forced.

She has her own ideas and is not his appendage.

It’s not like he’s going to go away when he’s told to, and he’s not going to come back when he’s told to come back.

　I am weakly asking for a monthly ticket. If you have a monthly ticket in your hand, please vote for Fatty. I haven’t even made it to the top [-]. I have no chance to show my face. My subscription is gone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)