Be gentle, little uncle, I'm afraid it will hurt

  "Ka-ching——"

  The sound of shattering glass stung my eardrums.

  A wave of dizziness washed over me, but the intense pain kept me from fainting. Although I was still conscious, I felt as though I was hallucinating.

  Otherwise, how would Yan Mu Yao's face have a look of near despair and panic?

  It hurts so much...

  It hurts so much that even breathing feels extremely difficult.

  With eyes open, trying to see the expression on his face, but there was a thick, sticky liquid flowing down from the corner of his forehead, making his skin itch, and then only a bloody redness remained in his eyes.

  Consciousness follows loss.

  Just before falling into darkness, there was a voice in his ear like a trapped beast roaring, "Fu Shangshang, don't sleep!"

  ————

  Fu Shang, don't sleep!

  In the midst of confusion, that cold command was etched in his mind, and Shang struggled to extricate himself from the chaos, his consciousness intermittent, yet he really didn't dare fall asleep.

  Whoosh!

  The merchant only felt the light on top of his head was dazzling.

  Then he was turned over passively, and the sound in his ears was also intermittent. "The patient's head and shoulder wounds need to be sutured..."

  "Uh-huh." It was Yan Mu Yao's voice.

  "I'll call Dr. Mei over."

  The footsteps fade away into the distance.

  Shang Shang's eyes were half-closed and weak, muttering anxiously, "Young uncle..."

  Nian Mu Yao was just beside him, and upon hearing this, his body slightly leaned forward, and he responded faintly.

  "I'm afraid..." Feeling his breath, she reached out to grab the hem of his clothes, her eyes welling up with tears, looking very pitiful. "Don't want any other doctor..."

  On a small operating table.

  Her face was deathly pale with no blood color, and her weak voice with a crying tone seemed to have suffered a great injustice.

  On the side, Nian Mu Yao's breath tightened, and her heart felt like it was being fiercely pinched. It couldn't be denied that the feeling, even if faint, was undoubtedly heartache.

  All these years, having seen all sorts of gruesome and frightening wounds, I've learned to remain calm.

  It's the first time I've ever felt a pang of regret for not being able to lie here in her place.

  She is different from other patients after all...

  But what does this difference mean, it's hard to clarify for a while, and I'm afraid to think deeply.

  Before he knew it, the nurse had already led Dr. Mei in, "Director Yan, I'll take care of this patient from now on, don't worry, there won't be any scars left, you can go out and rest for a while."

  An experienced middle-aged female doctor put on her gloves and didn't delay for a moment.

  Ke Nianmu Yao hadn't responded yet, the hem of her clothes was pulled even tighter, she closed her eyes, too weak to resist, but squeezed out a few tears.

  "Then, in a more pitiful tone, 'I want to go home...'"

  "... " year Mu Yao somewhat helplessly sighed and said, "I'll come then."

  Upon hearing this, the person on the stage hummed and murmured for a while before finally looking satisfied. In the end, they didn't forget to instruct, "Little uncle, be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt..."

  The second half of the night.

  The anesthetic wore off, and the pain became even more unbearable.

  The body was like sinking to the bottom of the water, breathing was not smooth, both hands were struggling randomly, finally grasped something as expected, holding it tightly, like a lifesaving straw.

  Sleep, still restless.

  Those unpleasant scenes kept flashing back.

  Behind Yan Mu Yao, someone swung a wine bottle, the loud noise of shattering glass on his head was overwhelming, and the crimson guilt splattered everywhere in an instant.

  Younger Brother-in-law

  Suddenly, Shang Shang let out a loud cry of pain and abruptly opened his eyes.

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