The night wind outside the car window was a bit strong. Yi Muliang coughed and said leisurely, "I thought you only had eyes for my sister."

"Stop talking nonsense! You clearly know why I did this."

"Oh? The dead Wei Yin climbed out of the grave and pointed a gun at you?"

"Get out!" Fu Lingzhi frowned, with sharp eyes, and opened the first button on his shirt, "Where is she?"

"Commander Fu, what you are asking is interesting. Your wife and children, you come to ask me, an outsider." Yi Muliang smiled lightly, his eyebrows mellow.

He paused and was about to continue speaking when a rude busy signal came from the other end and he hung up the phone. Yi Muliang raised his eyebrows as he listened. The young master of the Fu family was still so temperamental.

Fu Lingzhi rolled up his sleeves, stepped on it suddenly, and the car flew out. The word "Sichuan" between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, as cold and hard as if it had been carved by a knife.

Otomi got out of the car with Xiaozui in her arms. She looked up and saw that there was a hospital of a medium or small size. She walked towards the emergency department.

The doctor lifted up her skirt to take a look and frowned, "The injury is quite serious. Why didn't you come earlier?"

Otoya looked at Xiaonian who was sitting quietly on the chair in the corridor, relieved, turned around and replied, "I didn't pay attention."

"You are too patient. Such a deep wound is very painful." The middle-aged female doctor scolded, "If you don't come back, you will have scars."

Yinmi was silent, paused and said, "Please bandage me. I have something else to do." She was always worried about Xiaonian sitting outside alone.

"Bandaging is not possible! This requires stitches." As she said this, she brought the utensils and put on her reading glasses to prepare for the action. Unexpectedly, Otoya had already grabbed the needle and thread and squatted down to suture the wound on her knee by herself. She clenched her teeth.

The veins on his teeth and temples protruded, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were staring at the thin needle penetrating his skin, and his thin figure was imprinted in the pale light, shaking gently.

The doctor saw how pitiful she was for tormenting herself like this, so he said, "Even if you are a doctor, you are now a patient! You girl..."

"Okay." Otoya smiled awkwardly despite the pain, and picked up the fallen hair in front of his forehead, "I'm fine."

She wanted to get up, but she was probably in too much pain, dizzy, and unsteady. The doctor helped her stand up slowly.

Otoya opened the curtain and looked anxiously at the corridor at the door. There was no sign of Xiaonian anywhere! This was what she was worried about.
Chapter completed!