Doctor: "I can't say it well, sixty or seventy percent are to be kept."

Wenjing doesn’t care about the pain anymore, she only cares about beauty, “Can the scar be removed?”

The doctor glanced at Zhou Sicheng.

Then he replied to Wenjing: "Now you can treat this injury first, as it is easy to get inflamed when it is hot."

It was very similar to those tone of the emergency room that came out of the rescue room to announce that the patient was unrescue.

Wen Jing listened and felt a lot of pain in her heart, "This kind of scald should be treated with surgery, right?"

She stared at the doctor nervously.

The doctor said: "As long as your injury does not get inflamed, it is very likely that it will not leave scars. There will definitely be scars when you speak."

When a woman is doing beauty, her patience will explode. Wen Jing will actively reach out to the doctor, "Then you treat me, disinfect and apply medicine."

Never leave scars. How can her thin and white arms leave scars?

Absolutely not!

The doctor was preparing to disinfect the things he wanted. He smiled and looked at Wenjing: "Just apply some medicine to disinfect it, why do you seem to have made the determination to cut off your arm?"

Wen Jing thought to himself, isn’t it just the determination of a hero to cut off his arm?

She smiled at the doctor silly. The air conditioner temperature was very low, but her forehead was still sweating.

The doctor had prepared the tongs and the cotton pads while he was speaking and put them in front of Wen Jing. Wen Jing looked at her heart and felt scared, as if she had felt pain.

When the doctor picked up the medicine cotton with the pliers, Wen Jing trembled all over, "Doctor, be gentle, it hurts."

With your neck shrinking, you will be as timid as you want.

Zhou Sicheng watched from the side and kept smiling.

He stepped behind Wen Jing in two steps, held Wen Jing's shoulder with both hands, and patted him gently, "You are so thick-skinned, it won't hurt."

Wen Jing's face turned black. She turned her head and gritted her teeth and looked at Zhou Sicheng, squeezed out three words from her teeth, "Shut up!"

The doctor there was already helping her disinfect.

She felt the pain clearly and gritted her teeth and hissed.

The doctor frowned, "What do you think you have not met you yet?"

Wenjing: "…"

I was talking lies with my eyes open. I was obviously applying medicine, but I haven't encountered it yet!

She was afraid that she would be beaten to say it, so she could only show weakness, "It hurts really, you can take a little lighter."

Her tears couldn't help but flow down like a turbulent stream.

I really don’t want to cry, I can’t help crying.

Zhou Sicheng shook his head in a funny way.

He didn't bring any tissues, so he wiped Wen Jing's tears with his hands, and he grabbed the sticky ones.

I had a bad premonition, raised my hand and looked at my palms, transparent...slimy.

He frowned and looked at Wenjing with an extremely disgusting expression, "Are you running nose?"

Swing your hands and swing hard.

Wenjing was a little embarrassed and rolled her eyes, "Are you crying?"

Wash your nose vigorously.

Zhou Sicheng replied casually: "I haven't cried before."

Wen Jing said, "Pretty, I heard you cried when you chased Lin Siyuan."

Rolling his eyes again.

Suddenly, she felt strange in her heart, and she turned her head and stopped looking at Zhou Sicheng.

Zhou Sicheng's hand suddenly pressed against the Wenjing quilt and wiped it hard twice.

Wen Jing jumped up, "Zhou Sicheng, what are you doing? You're so dirty."

She scolded Zhou Sicheng and turned her head to look at her back, feeling so disgusted.

The injured hand was always firmly fixed by the doctor's wrist.

Zhou Sicheng looked at Wenjing with a funny look, "You dislike your own snot, don't I even dislike you?"

There was a sink in the clinic, so he went to the sink to wash his hands.

Wenjing looked at Zhou Sicheng washing his hands, and was very angry and said loudly: "What do you think I'm wiping me? I want you to wipe it?"

Zhou Sicheng heard that Wen Jing was angry and quickly turned off the faucet.

Turning his head and looking at Wenjing with a smile: "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it."

At this time, the doctor spoke out, "Stop quarrel, okay."

He let go of Wenjing's hand.

Wen Jing stared at her and was surprised, "Okay?"

She didn't seem to feel the pain? That's all right?

The doctor said slowly: "You want to apply more medicine."

As he said that, he picked up the pliers again.

Wen Jing was so scared that she shook her head with a smile begging for mercy, "No, no, no waste."

She jumped wide and widened the distance between her and the doctor.

Then he asked the doctor politely, "Doctor, can I leave?"

The doctor said: "Prepare some anti-inflammatory medicine for you, don't touch water these two days."

Wenjing: "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor's orders and other items were handed over to Zhou Sicheng, and the fees were also sold by Zhou Sicheng. After getting the medicine, he walked out the door. Wenjing asked Zhou Sicheng, "How much did I see it? I'll transfer it to you."

As she said that, she took out her cell phone.

Zhou Sicheng was stunned and looked at Wenjing.

Lost eyes.

The moment Wen Jing spoke up to calculate money with him, he really felt that in her mind, he seemed... really not that important.

Wenjing waited for a long time, but she didn't hear Zhou Sicheng's reply. She raised her eyelids and looked at him.

Zhou Sicheng looked away, his face and tone became colder, "I'll invite you."

He took a big step in his long legs and walked to the front of Wenjing.

Wenjing was not a fool at the sudden change. She felt it, and she was curious about why and frowned.

Didn't ask either.

He chased after him and said, "Zhou Sicheng, you are really interesting. Have you heard of someone who invites someone to see a doctor?"

She speeded up her pace, stood side by side with Zhou Sicheng, and then looked at Zhou Sicheng with a tentative look on her face.

His face was a little cold and seemed unhappy.

The hospital is located in the city center and is surrounded by high-end residential communities.

In front of the hospital, cars came and went. Zhou Sicheng put his hands in his trousers pockets and raised his head to the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned to Wenjing and said, "I'll take you home to rest. Yan has already gone to the store."

Wen Jing frowned, "There is Manager Wan in the store. Why are she, a big-bellied woman, going to do it? There are so many people and the smoke is so heavy."

She was worried about Yan Zao, and Zhou Sicheng knew it and said lightly: "Lan Mu has gone with him, it's okay."

Then he said, "Do you still believe in the guy from Wanchengqian?"

Wen Jing admires Manager Wan very much, "He is really amazing. I feel a little embarrassed to manage this seafood restaurant."

Manager Wan was the person Zhou Sicheng gave to Wen Jing. Wen Jing praised Manager Wan so much, Zhou Sicheng was a little proud, "Of course, he is me..."

He said halfway, and suddenly stopped. Wenjing was curious, "What are you?"

Zhou Sicheng said: "It is the gold medal management of our bathhouse."

After saying that, he went down the steps and walked towards the parking lot.

Wenjing didn't think much about it, followed Zhou Sicheng's footsteps and chatted with him, "Is your bathhouse business good?"

The sky was completely dark and the city was brightly lit.

Zhou Sicheng corrected Wen Jing's words: "It's a bathing club."

Wenjing: "Wouldn't you just bring some special services? You'll be tall and will be in the club."
Chapter completed!