The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Song Yuan was really fed up with him, but she couldn't get angry. "Qingshan, my wound is scary. I'm afraid it will scare you. You'd better go out."

"What! What wound!"

Bo Qingshan suddenly rushed forward and stretched out his claws to lift the quilt. Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids jumped and she quickly stopped him, "Okay, go out and see Xixi."

Bo Qingshan was very resentful. He had stayed here to watch the fun for a while longer. If others advised him, he would definitely not listen. But when Nan Jiaojiao spoke, although he was reluctant, the loyalty of the little puppy was immediately revealed, "Okay, I'll listen to Sister Jiaojiao!"

He reluctantly let go of Nan Jiaojiao, turned around, and walked out with a swagger.

Fortunately, Nan Jiaojiao stopped him, otherwise this boy would have really lifted Song Yuan’s quilt, and the consequences would have been disastrous.

The person was already crying out of grievance. If the master bullies her again and word gets out, who knows what others will say about her.

"Doctor," Mrs. Bo retracted her gaze and said, "Thank you for your help."

"It's no trouble. I'm here to help the old lady."

The doctor replied respectfully and turned to look at Song Yuan, "Miss Song, is it convenient for me to take a look at the wound?"

Song Yuan hesitated, and a few tears fell, almost forming a string, before she tried to slowly let go of her hand.

The doctor lifted the quilt and looked suddenly shocked, "How could he be injured like this?"

Song Yuan's eyes were evasive, and she bit her lip and refused to speak. On top of the original wound, there was a new wound, which was obviously caused by a sharp weapon. The blood on the edge had dried, and there was some hair in the wound. The doctor frowned subconsciously.

"I... when I got up last night, I accidentally pushed my wheelchair too far. I couldn't reach it no matter how hard I tried. I had to hold on to the bedside table to barely pull it back. I thought that distance was enough, so I wanted to sit in the wheelchair first, but I didn't expect a pair of scissors that fell out of the drawer to hit my leg..."

"Even if it was an accident and the scissors were smashing down on your leg, it wouldn't have hurt you so badly. If there was no external force, how could it have penetrated so deep? Besides, the human body will instinctively avoid danger when it is in danger. Your leg is just injured, not paralyzed to the point of losing consciousness. Don't you have any subconscious reaction?"

The doctor's clear and logical question simply rubbed Song Yuan's lies and face on the ground.

She was so flustered that she couldn't speak, tears streaming down her face. "I... I was so flustered that I wanted to catch it with my hand, but I only had one hand, and the other hand was holding the wheelchair. I don't know how I used all the strength, and the wheelchair was... pushed away, and I fell off the bed, so the scissors... pierced the wound."

This explanation was reasonable, and although the doctor was confused, he did not argue with it.

"What about these fluffs? Did you treat the wound yourself?"

Song Yuan nodded. "You left me some gauze last time, and I didn't have anything else to use, so I thought of covering the wound with the cloth to stop the bleeding..."

The doctor was about to curse. What other methods could be used to stop bleeding? "Medical gauze is absorbent gauze with obvious grids. You rubbed it and it became fluffy. Miss Song, you have a heavy hand."

Song Yuan was panicked. She thought about the medical profession, and the more she said, the more mistakes she made. She raised her eyes and looked at the old lady pitifully, "Grandma Bo, I'm sorry, I...I've caused you trouble."

The old lady watched from the side for a long time, and the concern on her face never faded. (End of this chapter)