The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

After a detailed examination by a professional medical team, it was found that the injury on Jiang Ruoli's neck was not serious and only required simple debridement and disinfection.

Relatively speaking, the cut on the palm of her hand was more serious and required stitches.

When she heard that she needed stitches, the delicate girl curled up in Pei Zigui's arms and refused to come out.

She had never had a scar since she was little, and stitches were out of her reach. The wound cleaning was already very painful for her.

Seeing Jiang Ruoli trembling in his arms, Pei Zigui felt upset and touched the little girl's head to calm her down.

"Don't be afraid, baby. I'm with you."

He sighed helplessly and glanced at the doctor with sharp eyes, "Is it necessary to sew? Is there any other way?"

"If you don't get stitches, there's no guarantee that there won't be a scar in the future." It would be a pity if such a fair and clean little girl was left with a scar.

When she heard that it would leave scars, Jiang Ruoli cried even more sadly.

"It's all your fault for coming so late."

Pei Zigui accepted all the blame and said in an unnaturally gentle tone: "Blame me, it's all my fault. I will definitely not let the baby have a scar, believe me, ok?"

The anesthesiologist beside her was a very gentle sister. She also tried to comfort Jiang Ruoli: "Mrs. Pei, don't worry. It won't hurt after the anesthesia."

The little girl blinked her big wet eyes, and her innocent eyes showed trust: "Really?"

In fact, although the injury on Jiang Ruoli's palm was not serious, he had to be extremely careful because there were many tiny blood vessels and meridians in the palm. Even with local anesthesia, the amount of anesthetic had to be strictly controlled to prevent it from affecting the future flexibility of the hand.

On the premise of choosing safety, she does not guarantee that Jiang Ruoli will not feel any pain at all. After all, everyone's pain sensitivity is different.

The anesthesiologist was silent for a moment, and after receiving the deep gaze from the side that could not be ignored, she nodded: "It won't hurt."

Jiang Ruoli obediently stretched out his hand, his soft voice still trembling with tears: "Then you come."

Compared to the fear of stitches, she is more afraid of leaving scars.

The little girl had a dying look on her face, which made the medical staff around her laugh.

In the whole audience, only one person looked as if he was facing a great enemy, extremely serious.

Pei Zigui carried Jiang Ruoli to the operating table and put her hand on the fixator. After silently completing a series of actions, he stood beside her and held the little girl's other hand.

His voice was barely audible: "Don't be afraid, I'm with you."

The anesthetic took effect quickly, and Jiang Ruoli gradually felt that his hands seemed to be slowly separating from his body and isolated from his conscious mind.

Just as she was about to look away, a large hand covered her eyes, casting a darkness.

"Don't look at it, it will be fine soon. Does it hurt?"

Under the palm of my hand, I could feel the little girl's long eyelashes blinking nervously.

Pei Zigui glanced at the doctor who was in charge of stitching. He looked innocent. It hadn't even started yet.

The assistant handed over the tools, and although they were just the simplest sutures, the atmosphere in the entire treatment room was solemn, as if they were conducting a surgery of the highest level. Everyone was on high alert and dared not relax for even a moment.

"Then let's get started."

Under the palm of my hand, the feather eyelashes flickered faster and faster.

With the help of anesthesia, Jiang Ruoli didn't feel much pain, but the fear of the unknown was even more frightening. Everything went dark in front of his eyes, and the scenes of the movies he had watched before began to play.

Bloody and unbearable.

Pei Zigui soon noticed that Jiang Ruoli was biting her lower lip so hard that her body was shaking. He quickly loosened his hand that was covering the woman's eyes, and a deep rift appeared between his brows.

"Baby, let go and don't bite yourself."

He gently parted Jiang Ruoli's lips, held out his hand, and said in an unnaturally gentle tone: "If you are scared, bite your husband's hand. Be an obedient child."

He squatted down, leaned next to Jiang Ruoli's head, and kissed the little girl's cheek.

Jiang Ruoli bit the man's palm directly. At first, she didn't dare to use force, but when she found that Pei Zigui's tone had not changed and he was chatting with her gently to distract her, she bit harder.

It was not until his thoughts were completely diverted by Pei Zigui that he slowly loosened his clenched teeth.

The stitching is finally finished.

The doctor wiped off his sweaty forehead and smiled his first heartfelt smile of the day: "The suturing was successful. Don't let the wound get wet for the next few days. Try not to use this hand. You can come back to remove the stitches when the time comes."

It's more than a success, it's perfect!

"Hard."

Pei Zigui nodded slightly, still maintaining his posture close to Jiang Ruoli without moving. People then realized that this man had been kneeling beside his wife's operating bed!

"Mr. Pei, you..." The doctor wanted to ask, is your leg numb?

The man narrowed his eyes, signaling him not to talk nonsense. He stood up on his knees and moved his numb legs.

Jiang Ruoli also sat up at this moment, looked at the doctor nervously and asked, "Doctor, will it leave a scar?"

She can't suffer this in vain.

"Basically not. There are many lines on the palm of your hand, so it's not easy to leave scars there. Plus, you probably don't have a scar-prone constitution. If you're worried, you can apply scar-removing cream regularly every day after the stitches are removed."

After hearing what the doctor said, Jiang Ruoli felt relieved and a smile appeared in his fox eyes again.

"Thank you doctor."

Seeing her smile, the gloom on Pei Zigui's face instantly disappeared, and a happy curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You've had a hard time today."

After the doctors left, Pei Zigui carefully carried Jiang Ruoli down. His big, bony hands lingered on the gauze-wrapped fair neck, but he did not dare to touch it easily.

"Afraid?"

Jiang Ruoli sniffed, and said with a sobbing tone in his voice: "I'm scared."

Pei Zigui lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in his arms, with a strong sense of depression and self-blame between his eyebrows. His heart was about to be crushed by her crying, and he would rather be the one who got hurt.

"Lili, I'm sorry, I..."

A warm palm covered the man's mouth.

"Hubby, there's no need to apologize. Even though I'm scared, I know you'll find me."

Jiang Ruoli did not lie. Even though she was scared, her confidence was not shaken. She always believed that Pei Zigui would find her.

It turns out that she was right.

Pei Zigui held her hand tightly, placed it on his lips and kissed her twice. His scarlet eyes made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Yes, I will find you."

The little girl in his arms snorted softly, and seemed to have regained her former vitality. She leaned on his shoulder and bit it hard.

When she looked up again, those beautiful fox eyes had a somewhat coquettish look.

"But if it had been a little faster, my hand wouldn't have been hurt by that idiot in leopard print."

"You don't know, his clothes are so ugly, they have no taste at all!"

"He also smells very strongly of cigarettes. It's terrible."

The little girl muttered one sentence after another, and her spirits gradually recovered.

"Are you hungry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of intestinal peristalsis could be heard in the huge ward.

Jiang Ruoli lay back in Pei Zigui's arms, rubbing against him in embarrassment, and said angrily: "It's all your fault. There's nothing to eat at this time."

Pei Zigui stroked the back of the irritable little fox, his voice gentle and elegant: "Who said no?"

He picked up the little girl face to face, as if he was holding a child, held her legs, and walked out of the ward.

After a day of hard work, Jiang Ruoli was already very tired, so he simply lay on the man's shoulder and enjoyed the service of the manual wheelchair. Suddenly, he thought of something and straightened his upper body.

"Where's Yanyan?"

Pei Zigui subconsciously hugged the man tightly, walked towards the elevator calmly, and replied calmly: "With Li Yanzhou here, there's nothing to worry about."

He has always been with his wife and has no time to care about others.

As for Shen Zhiyan, with Li Yanzhou around, nothing will happen to her.