Rebirth: National Crown Prince

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The first hospital.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Wan Ling looked at Fu Liu's bandaged wound with some distress.

"I'm fine, it's just a skin injury."

Fu Liu lowered his eyes, looking at the little girl in front of him with her head lowered and cautiously looking at his arms, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart.

"Okay!" The doctor couldn't stand it any longer. He pushed up his glasses and said, "It will take about a month or two to heal. During this period, be sure to change the gauze frequently and avoid touching water, but it is very likely that scars will remain."

"Leave a scar?" Wan Ling looked at Fu Liu's injured arm as if she had lost her soul. She subconsciously thought of the scar on her own face.

The doctor put away the medical records and said, "It's just a small scar. It's okay for men to have some scars. It's not a girl. Besides, it's an arm, so you can't usually see it."

After Fu Liu glanced at Wan Ling, whose face was full of melancholy, he raised his head and looked at the doctor with cold eyes.

"you can go now!"

doctor:"……"

He has never seen such an arrogant patient.

Looking at the doctor leaving, Fu Liu's expression became much gentler, and he whispered: "Go back, the bandage is done anyway."

Wan Ling said a little uncomfortable: "Actually, I think I can escape, why are you rushing up?"

She reacted quickly enough at that time. She estimated the speed and distance of the knife and was able to dodge it in the end.

She was often bullied when she was in school, but she still had the reflexes and speed to dodge.

Fu Liu: "Knives don't have eyesight. It's okay for me, a grown man, to get hurt!"

Wan Ling rolled his eyes at Fu Liu and said, "If it were my brother, let alone being injured, the robber would be fine."

Fu Liu: "..." Heartbreaking!

How could he, a person who specializes in makeup and design, fight!

Wan Zexi leaned lazily on the edge of the door frame, looking at Fu Liu with helpless eyes, his eyes a little dark.

The two of them seemed not to notice her presence, chatting there.

Wan Zexi said: "Girl Ling, I have already paid the medical bills. I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

Wan Ling followed the voice and looked at the beautiful young man who was always shining no matter where he stood, "Brother, why did you pay the medical bills in advance? It's not like I can't afford it!"

Wan Zexi chuckled silently: "I'm your brother. If there's nothing to do, I'll leave first." With that, she was about to leave here.

Qiao Xi'an, who was standing quietly outside the door, saw this and handed the coat in his arms to the young man who straightened up.

Wan Zexi's dark eyes glanced at Qiao Xi'an's expressionless face, his cold expression paused, and in the end he didn't say anything.

I saw the young man put on his coat calmly and elegantly, and walked away along the corridor with his long legs.

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"Sister, I admire you very much, please leave me your phone number!" Leng Yuan risked being assassinated by Wan Yihan's eyes and handed the phone to Ren Wanwan who had already got in the car.

Ren Wanwan was stunned for a moment, because she was worried that Wan Yihan was next to her, so she quickly entered her phone number.

Leng Yuan held her cell phone, looked at the car that had left, and sighed inexplicably: "Although I am very tired from running, it is not a loss to have met a good sister! But the aura of that man just now was too strong, and I Don’t dare to look at him directly.”

Li Mo glanced at Leng Yuan with cold eyes, "That man is Wan Zexi's uncle, the second master of the Wan family. Wan Yihan has been a genius since he was a child. He has studied abroad since he was young. He is a person who truly stands on the pyramid. man."

Leng Yuan opened her eyes wide, "Is that man so powerful?"

Li Mo looked at Wan Ling's incredible look and said calmly: "After all, he is Wan Zexi's uncle."

Leng Yuan said in a daze: "Yes, Brother Wan's surname is Wan, so that means Wan Lin, the number one scholar in the country back then, is Brother Wan's father?"

Li Mo patted his clothes that were a little messy from chasing Leng Yuan just now, "It's the Wan Lin you think of."

"...It turns out that he is really Brother Wan's father!" Leng Yuan exclaimed with a full face: "I admire Wan Lin so much, a man who makes many women crazy and obsessed with him."

Li Mo seemed to be dissatisfied with Leng Yuan's infatuated look, and raised his slender eyebrows slightly, "I don't want to drink anymore."

"What don't you want to drink?" Leng Yuan looked at Li Mo subconsciously, and the unfinished cup of milk tea in Li Mo's hand burst into her eyes.

Leng Yuan frowned, "Is this cold? You haven't finished drinking yet."

Li Mo shook the milk tea and walked forward slowly, "It's too sweet."

"No, no, no!" Leng Yuan stopped the other party from throwing it into the trash can. "If you don't drink it, give it to me! I don't know how to waste it! The teacher taught us to be diligent and thrifty since we were young. I think you learned it in vain."