I almost touched the moon

Chapter 300 My puppy is finally not a saint anymore

After arriving at the hospital, Wen Song immediately accompanied Cheng Che to the emergency room. When the doctor saw his wound, he frowned and told him tactfully: "The wound is quite deep and there are broken glass pieces. It will be painful when removing them. In addition, the pain in this area will be very strong when the anesthesia is given."

Cheng Che saw Wen Song's worried expression, held her hand, smiled and said, "It's okay, it shouldn't hurt."

When the anesthesia was injected, the pain was unbearable, even more painful than being cut. Cheng Che was usually able to endure pain, but he still broke into cold sweats.

Wen Song became even angrier when he saw this scene. He wished he could beat Fang Yiluo severely to vent his anger. He hugged Cheng Che with heartache and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

"It's okay." Cheng Che hugged her and said gently, "It will be scary when I sew it up later. Honey, wait for me outside."

"I'll accompany you." Wen Song shook his head, sat down beside him, and held his right hand.

After the stitching was completed, Wen Song looked at Cheng Che's smooth white palm, which had a centipede-like scar on it, and felt angry and sad.

After asking the doctor about the follow-up precautions, the doctor smiled and explained: "Don't worry, it's not serious. As long as the wound doesn't come into contact with water and there is no strenuous exercise, it will heal in about 10 days."

After hearing this, Cheng Che showed an embarrassed expression and said, "But I have a skiing competition next Friday. Can I still participate?"

The doctor considered his situation, thought for a moment and suggested: "If you don't stretch your left hand hard, the impact shouldn't be that big. But if you use force with your left hand, it may cause the wound to burst."

After that, he prescribed some painkillers, wound healing drugs, and anti-inflammatory drugs for Cheng Che.

"I'm so mad..." Wen Song was angry and sad. He was even sadder when he saw the gauze on his left hand. He grabbed his hand and said, "It must be very painful... Oh, I shouldn't have asked you to go. I should have just called the secretary and the lawyer to handle it."

Cheng Che saw her expression and quickly hugged her to comfort her, "Don't worry, my baby, it really doesn't hurt at all."

Seeing that Wen Song still had a worried look on his face, he couldn't help but joked, "Okay, it does hurt a little, can you give me a blowjob, wife?"

Wen Song burst into laughter, and actually grabbed his left hand and blew on it twice, then rubbed his head and said, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Cheng Che leaned forward and kissed her, then hugged Wen Song and comforted her, "Don't worry about me. The doctor said that it will be fine as long as I don't use force on my left hand. I don't need to use my left hand much anyway. I won't have to use the ski poles for the competition on Friday."

"It will have an impact." Wen Song sighed and said, "How can you speed up without a ski pole? And you can't use your left hand to grab the board."

"It's okay." Cheng Che looked at her and smiled. "It's just the World Cup. It doesn't matter. It's just for points. There are still three years to the next Winter Olympics. It won't have any impact even if I don't participate this time. And I use my right hand to grab the board most of the time. What's going on? Has my wife not watched my competition for too long?"

"Yes." Wen Song was relieved to hear him say that. He raised his head and kissed Cheng Che's chin, then said to him with a smile, "So I must go with you this Friday. Let's go back to Zurich on Thursday night. I miss Petty."

"Okay, then we'll go back to Mom's house on Thursday."

Cheng Che suddenly showed a somewhat apologetic expression and said to her, "I'm sorry, honey. I can't cook for you these few days. Do you want to eat spicy crab? I'll ask Aunt Liu to cook it for you when I get home."

"No need." Wen Song smiled and said, "It's late, don't disturb Aunt Liu's rest. I'll cook ramen, do you want to eat?"

"Yes," Cheng Che said immediately, "I haven't had ramen cooked by my wife for a long time. I really want to eat it."

On the way home, Wen Song received a call from Cheng Xuan. He said worriedly, "Sister-in-law, I don't dare to call my brother... How is his injury? Is it serious? What he said today about asking Yiluo to pay compensation was just an angry remark, right? He is not serious, sister-in-law, Yiluo is really just in a bad mood today, she didn't mean it."

"Did they demolish your house on purpose?" Wen Song asked with a sneer, "What if they did it on purpose and blew up your building? Cheng Xuan, everyone should be responsible for their own actions.

Ms. Fang's behavior today has actually constituted a crime. According to the amount of damage, she can be sentenced to at least 2 years in prison. It is completely OK if you do not pursue it. But you also know that the decoration and furniture in your house were all paid for by your brother, so Ms. Fang's behavior caused him economic losses, and he has the right to receive corresponding compensation. "

"Sister-in-law..." Cheng Xuan sighed, "but she doesn't have that much money... She just called her father, and her father said they couldn't come up with so much money at once, and asked me if I could pay it back in installments.

Sister-in-law, forget it. Yiluo and her father have apologized to me, and asked me to apologize to my brother and you on their behalf. The compensation is not much, so please ask my brother to stop pursuing the matter, okay?"

"......."

When Wen Song heard what he said, she just wanted to beat him up. To prevent her from saying more unpleasant words, she said, "I really have nothing to say to you," and immediately hung up the phone.

After listening to this, Cheng Che smiled and said, "Okay, don't be angry anymore. All kids are like this when they are in love. And he likes it, it's normal. Just like as long as my wife likes it, let alone tearing down my house, even if she wants to blow it up, I will only ask you, are you happy now? If not, keep blowing it up."

Wen Song couldn't help but chuckle, glanced at Cheng Che and said, "You two are really brothers, you both have the same love-brain heritage!"

"I can't help it. My wife is you, so of course I am in love." Cheng Che said proudly, "As for A Xuan...he just has a problem with his brain."

"But, this is really unlike you." Wen Song also noticed something. "I thought you wouldn't care. This is not your style at all. And Fang Yiluo doesn't have much money, so he probably can't afford it."

"I didn't want to make a fuss about it. I also knew that even if I sent the bill to her, she and her family would probably not pay the compensation." Cheng Che said unhappily, "But who told her to say that about you? She slandered you like that, so of course I can't let it go."

"Then let them pay in installments." Wen Song also smiled, "People must pay the price for their actions, otherwise she might not just demolish Cheng Xuan's house next time."

"That's great." Wen Song joked as he parked the car, "My puppy is finally not a saint anymore."

Cheng Che saw that she had parked the car, hugged her and said, "When did I become a saint? I just don't like to care about my own affairs, but if it was you, I would not give in at all."

"I know." Wen Song stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, "It's okay, I will protect you."

On Thursday night, Wen Song and Cheng Che returned to their mother's house together. When the housekeeper came to open the door, he showed a little surprise: "Miss Iseylia, Mr. Cheng, why did you come back suddenly?"

"I came back to see mom and Petty." Wen Song stroked Petty's head and said, "Is mom not home?"

"Dr. Lucille..." The housekeeper's expression became a little embarrassed, "Dr. Lucille has been hospitalized these days, didn't you know?"