Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

"Hiss--" The disinfectant water was poured on the blood scab, and it quickly made a sizzling sound. Just listening to this sound made people feel bone-crushing pain.

"Well."

The man sitting on the sofa groaned, and his handsome face quickly turned pale as a sheet of paper.

His hand rested on the pillow beside him, veins popping out on the back of his hand.

You can feel how hard he endured it.

How painful it was when the disinfectant was poured on me.

"Young Master Li..."

Li Beijue suddenly closed his eyes and seemed to squeeze out two words from between his teeth, "Continue!"

"...Yes." The chief surgeon gritted his teeth and asked the medical staff on the side to get ready. After cleaning the wound, he took out the scalpel and nervously began to remove the bullet from the man's shoulder.

This kind of surgery to remove the bullet was originally a major surgery.

According to common sense, it must be done in the operating room of the hospital for intensive preparation.

But Li Beijue asked for it.

These first-class experts can only bite the bullet and do it.

Fortunately, after the surgeon in charge examined his wound, he found that the bullet did not hit a particularly dangerous place, but narrowly avoided the part of the arm where the nerves are concentrated.

Time ticked by.

In the entire presidential suite, apart from the sound of the ticking quartz clock on the wall, the only sound was the heavy breathing of everyone.

The operation lasted for two hours before the doctor successfully removed the bullet from his shoulder.

As the bloody bullet fell out, the doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to suture the wound.

Just take out the bullet and the rest is easy.

The doctor concentrated on helping him suture the surgery. After spreading anti-inflammatory drugs on the wound, medical staff immediately bandaged Li Beijue.

Wait until everything is done.

The doctor relaxed his tense nerves and said, "Okay, Mr. Li, the bullet has been taken out. I'll give you some anti-inflammatory medicine first."

As if he was afraid that Li Beijue would reject him again for wasting time, he quickly emphasized, "This anti-inflammatory drug must be given, otherwise Mr. Li's body will not be able to bear it. And just after the operation, the wound on Mr. Li's left shoulder is easily inflamed. Once Inflammation, the situation may become more dangerous. On the contrary, it will waste Master Li's time. This bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine will be consumed in a short time. For the sake of his own health, Master Li, it is better to lose one bottle."

"Sir..." Huo Yi was worried that he would not lose.

Li Beijue frowned and felt that it was troublesome. He opened his eyes and suppressed his impatience and said, "Loose, but make sure the progress is as fast as possible."

When he heard that he agreed, Huo Yi was extremely surprised. He didn't care about it anymore and said immediately, "Okay."

He was afraid that Li Beijue would regret it, so he quickly asked the medical staff to put Li Beijue on water.

The fluid flowed into the man's body, and he relaxed.

"Sir, would you like some hot porridge? I'll have someone prepare it."

"No." Li Beijue had no appetite now. His nerves were so tense that even with anesthesia, he could still feel a faint discomfort in his shoulder. The most important thing is that the side effects of Z-11 are too strong. His stomach is burning now and he has no appetite at all.

Li Beijue felt signs of fire starting to burn in his lower abdomen. He rubbed his temples, leaned on the soft cushions of the sofa, and suddenly asked, "Where is Chi Enen now? Are you up?"