Chapter 1829

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She knew that in that situation, blocking the knife with bare hands might be his only way, but as long as she saw his bloody right hand, her heart couldn't help but shrink into a ball. Seeing that he still looked nonchalant, she couldn't help but get angry.

Seeing the worry and heartache in Qing'er's eyes, A Yao curled the corners of his lips and lowered his head obediently.

Fortunately, it was not too late at this point. They quickly got a taxi to the nearest community hospital. Along the way, Qing'er held his wrist to prevent him from moving, staring at his wound with red eyes.

"Sister Qing'er, it's really not serious..." He spoke carefully.

"Does it hurt?" She raised her eyes and looked at him, with tears in her eyes.

"Fortunately, this little pain is nothing." He answered obediently.

However, after hearing his words, Qing'er's tears fell: "This little pain is nothing? Then what kind of pain is considered pain? You...how old are you..."

She knew that this boy had suffered a lot in the past few years, but it was not until today that she realized how he had survived in the past few years. If injuries were not common, how could he be so calm.

A Yao was stunned, and embraced her with his left hand, put his thin lips to her ear, and whispered: "It still hurts a little, otherwise...kiss me?"

Qing'er burst into laughter, wanting to hit him but feeling distressed, and finally raised her head and kissed him.

So when A Yao walked into the hospital, he still had a smile on his face, even the doctor was shocked by his wound.

Perhaps A Yao looked too calm, and the doctor would sneak a peek at him from time to time while disinfecting and bandaging him.

Qing'er asked worriedly, "Doctor, is it serious? Will there be sequelae?"

"It shouldn't be..." The doctor explained some precautions, and finally couldn't help asking, "Young man, are you born without pain?"

"No." A Yao curled his lips, "I took painkillers on the way here."

Qing'er couldn't help but glare at him.

The doctor was a little confused, and while tying the gauze, he muttered, "What kind of painkiller works so well..."

More than an hour later, the two returned to the apartment.

Qing'er saw the broken porcelain pieces handed over by the restaurant, and her eyebrows couldn't help jumping.

A Yao quickly stood in front of her: "I'll clean it up now..."

"Your hands are like this, how can you clean it up, I'll do it!" Qing'er was angry and amused.

"No!" He stopped her with his intact left hand, and his attitude was very firm, "I'll find a housekeeper to clean it up tomorrow, don't touch it, be careful not to cut your hand."

"I won't..."

"No." A Yao was very firm, "You really don't have any talent for cleaning."

Qing'er was speechless. Considering that he was a patient, she decided not to bother with him: "Okay, okay, you go back to your room to rest first, I'll go make milk for you."

"Well... Which room should I sleep in?"

"Of course it's your own room!" Qing'er looked at him strangely.

A Yao blinked, "The doctor said that the wound is likely to itch during the healing process... I'm not afraid of pain, but I'm very afraid of itching. I'm afraid I can't help scratching it..."

Qing'er raised her eyebrows: "So?"

"So, I'll sleep in your room at night." He said this very naturally, "Your bed is bigger."

As he said that, he bit his lip, looking a little pitiful.

How could Qing'er resist? She compromised in a few seconds: "Okay, okay, I'll take your pajamas to you..."