Zhan Nanye had no choice but to take off her right sleeve first, and then carefully take off her left sleeve.

The down jacket and cardigan sweater were easy to take off, but she would be naked if she took off the bottoming shirt underneath. Zhan Nanye looked at her and said, "I'm going to rip off your sleeves."

Si Lian blinked his watery eyes, "Can I tear it off?"

Zhan Nanye held her injured arm steady with one hand and pulled hard with the other, causing the sleeve to break at the connecting point. The force was far greater than Si Lian imagined.

In an instant, the wound on her fair arm appeared before his eyes. The wound was about the size of a fist, the flesh was smashed, and blood kept pouring out.

Zhan Nanye's face turned dark when he saw it, Si Lian was still smiling, as if he didn't know the pain, "Mr. Zhan, you are really strong."

Zhan Nanye didn't hesitate, he tore his white shirt to pieces and wrapped his wounds around her.

Si Lian gritted his teeth in pain and his eyes were watery, but he didn't even cry out in pain.

Zhan Nanye, "Shout out if it hurts, no one will laugh at you."

Si Lian's lips turned pale with pain, but he still tried his best to smile, "This pain is nothing, I can still bear it."

From the time he met her, she seemed to be smiling at all times and rarely had other expressions. Such a person was very suitable to be his assistant.

But at this moment, Zhan Nanye felt that her smile was very dazzling, "Why do you have to endure it?"

Why endure it?

It seems that no one has asked Si Lian this question yet. She vaguely remembered that after her father died in a car accident, people in the neighborhood often laughed at her for being a broom star, so she must have learned to tolerate it.

Grandma had a son who was nibbling on old age, and it was already very hard to raise her. She didn’t want to cause trouble to her grandma, so she learned to be patient.

Si Lian smiled but did not answer.

Zhan Nanye asked again, "Are there any other injuries?"

She was wearing thick clothes, and Zhan Nanye couldn't confirm with the naked eye whether there were any other injuries on her body.

Si Lian shook his head, "No more."

Zhan Nanye helped her put on her down jacket, "Let's go back now and let the doctor do a detailed examination on you later."

"Okay." Si Lian nodded, and Zhan Nanye picked her up by the waist.

She is 1.68 meters tall, and Zhan Nanye, who is 1.88 meters tall, can hold her very easily.

When they first transferred, he hugged her too fast and put her down before she could react. Now it seemed like he planned to carry her back to the hotel like this.

Si Lian was startled and struggled to get down, "Mr. Zhan, we are all married. This is not good. Please put me down."

Zhan Nanye had a cold and handsome face, "According to what you say, male doctors can't treat female patients?"

Si Lian, "This is different."

Zhan Nanye ignored her, hugged her and continued walking forward.

Si Lian added, "Mr. Zhan, you don't care about reputation, but I do. Girls are different from men. There are some things that men do, which is called romantic, while women who do them, it's frivolous and despicable."

Zhan Nanye's steps stopped. He just wanted to take her back to the hotel quickly and let the doctor treat her wounds, but he didn't think too much about it.

He had no choice but to let her go, "Can you leave on your own?"

Si Lian smiled and said, "What I injured was my arm, not my foot. There is no problem in walking."

Zhan Nanye stretched out his hand to help her, but she hurriedly hid aside, keeping a distance from him at this time.

Zhan Nanye was a little annoyed, "Si Lian, do I scare you like this?"

"Mr. Zhan, I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid that my husband will be jealous." At this time, it's quite useful to draw out her cheap husband, so there is no need to bother to find other reasons.

Si Lian was just afraid, afraid of the gossip behind his back, and afraid that the people around him would come to warn her not to have any inappropriate thoughts about him.
Chapter completed!