Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

The doctor is an older man wearing glasses. He first cleans the wound on his forehead. "Fortunately, the wound is not too deep and the bleeding has stopped. But I still need to go back for a checkup. The wound is probably

It will take three or four stitches. My medical conditions are limited, and I don’t dare to sew it on the head. So bandage it first, and you should go to a big hospital for suturing."

Liancheng Yazhi kept hugging his face and listened to what the doctor said: "Thank you, doctor."

After the doctor bandaged the wound on Rong Yan's forehead, he saw her arms and legs.

The uniform worn by junior high school students in summer is a white short-sleeved shirt and short skirt, so the arms and legs are exposed. The skin of the face is very white. The assassin has bruises and bruises, and there are bloody fingerprints and something.

The strips of bruises that were pulled out, and the bruises that were twisted out, the thin arms and legs looked like there was almost no intact skin at this moment, and they looked particularly shocking..."

Someone exclaimed: "Oh, what did this kid do? Why are there so many injuries on his body..."

He quickly grabbed Rong Yan's arm and looked at it carefully. The injuries on it were almost layer upon layer. The old ones were not healed, and new injuries were added. It was a good child, and it was sad to see it.

The doctor quickly used tools to clean up the serious injuries on Rong Yan's arms and legs. While cleaning, he looked at Liancheng Yazhi with a strange look, as if he was wondering whether he had beaten the child.

He asked Liancheng Yazhi: "Young man, is this your child? Your sister?"

Liancheng's elegant eyes were always staring at the scars on Rong Yan's body. He was silently counting the injuries, counting the hellish days that Rong Yan had experienced.

With a murderous look in his eyes, he said: "It wasn't before, but it will be in the future."

The doctor asked again tentatively: "Where did you bring this child... from?"

Liancheng Yazhi raised his head. "You didn't change this."

The doctor hesitated for a moment and finally asked: "Could it be...that you abducted me?"

If it was really an abducted child, he would call the police now.

Liancheng Yazhi only said two words to him: "No."

The doctor refused to give up and kept asking: "Young man, you can only..."

Liancheng Yazhi knew that the doctor did not mean any harm, but was afraid that the appearance was his abducted child, so he patiently explained: "No...the injuries on her body were caused by her mother."

Upon hearing this, the doctor immediately said: "Her mother? How is this possible... She must be the stepmother or the adoptive mother, and she is definitely not her biological mother."

Liancheng Yazhi saw that the injuries on Rong Yan's body were almost healed, and didn't want to waste time, so he said: "Thank you, I'll leave first. How much does it cost?"

The doctor calculated: "Just give me thirty yuan, because you will have to go to the hospital soon, and I won't prescribe anti-inflammatory drugs for you. Remember, it's best not to take a shower or get wet in the past few days, and wait for the wound to heal."

Let’s talk about washing after we’ve grown together...”

"Okay, thank you doctor." Liancheng Yazhi stretched out his hand to take out the money. Only then did he remember that all the money in his pocket was thrown to the two aunts in the pond. Now he really doesn't have a penny on him.

Outside, Secretary Zhou was still in the car waiting to drive.

Liancheng Yazhi was instantly embarrassed. This was the first time in his life that when he couldn't get the money, he couldn't get the money, not even a penny. It was... so embarrassing...