The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

Jian Xining and Qin Zheng arrived at Qin Zheng's small yard. While Qin Zheng was washing her face, Jian Xining quietly took out a bottle of wound medicine from the laboratory.

When he came out, she hurriedly called him, "Sit down quickly and I'll give you medicine."

Qin Zheng reached out and touched the injury on the back of his head, pursed his lips and said, "It's a small injury, no need to apply medicine."

"Oh, there's a small injury on my head. Hurry up and stop the ink marks." Jian Xining said with a frown.

Qin Zheng sat down on a small stool. Jian Xining stood behind him, brushing his hair aside to take a look. He saw a cut on the back of his head. The wound was not deep, but quite long. It was no longer bleeding. It's gone, but the blood that was shed before has scabbed over.

She pursed her lips and said, "Be patient, I have to remove the scab you had before, clean it, and apply medicine."

"Yeah." Qin Zheng nodded, not wanting to speak.

Jian Xining pushed the scab away as gently as possible, then fetched water, washed it, and applied medicine.

She did all this, from beginning to end, Qin Zheng didn't say a word.

After putting the medicine on him and she was going to bandage his head with gauze, he said, "No need to bandage."

Jian Xining thought for a while, it was hot now and the wrapping was not breathable, so she gave up.

She washed her hands and prepared to clean up and pack the amber walnuts scattered in the basket.

Qin Zheng watched her open her backpack, take out the amber walnuts, pursed her lips, and said, "These are the walnuts you asked me to peel last time?"

"Yes, yes, I made amber walnuts." Jian Xining said with a smile: "It's delicious, you can try one."

She picked up a piece and handed it to Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng did not reach out to pick it up, but looked at Jian Xining with a heavy gaze, "Are you going to sell it to He Fangsheng?"

Hearing his question, Jian Xining seemed to have thought of something and said, "Oh, no, I was going to sell it, but I met He Fangsheng. He said that he wanted to buy it, and I didn't make a special trip to sell it to him."

Qin Zheng frowned and said, "Are you going to sell it? Where to sell it? The black market?"

Jian Xining nodded, "Yes."

"Didn't I say, sell all your things to me, don't go to the black market." Qin Zheng said slightly angrily: "If I don't save you today, what are you going to do? Let me arrest you Do you know that if you are caught for speculation, the consequences will be very serious? Have you ever thought about your family? Have you ever thought about your eldest sister who loves you so much? What will she do if something happens to you? "

"I..." Jian Xining was actually a little scared. She had never had any trouble selling things before. She thought she had relaxed now. Now she was like a child who had done something wrong, standing there at a loss and unable to defend herself. He said: "I just want to sell some money to supplement my family's income. My eldest sister is just a woman and has a lot of hard work. There is no reason for her to bear so much alone."

Qin Zheng frowned, "Then why don't you give me the things? I also gave you money."

"I want to sell it myself." Jian Xining whispered.

Qin Zheng suddenly thought of what she had said before, saying that he was a middleman who made the difference.

He sneered: "Want to sell it yourself? Are you worried that my middleman will make a profit? Do you think I made money from you? Do you think you will suffer a loss if you sell to me?"

At this point, he was really angry. He closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyes were full of pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "Jian Xi Ning, do you have any intention?"

There was no anger or irritation in his tone, but a deep sense of disappointment.

Hearing his voice, Jian Xining looked up at him and saw his eyes were somber. She felt like her heart had been stabbed by something, and it hurt sharply.

Before she could figure out why she felt so distressed, she had already explained through actions rather than consciousness.