The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Jiang Mianmian rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, "How can I look down on people so much? If I want to be a soldier who can fight, what do you think of a special soldier?"

  Zhan Mu Qian didn't have much thoughts to tease her at this time. It was shocking to see the broken glass stained with blood on her knee.

  For the time being, I don’t know how much it hurts, in case it hurts the nerves of the legs...

   is the heart of Jiang Mianmian.

  ……

  Military District Hospital.

  The doctor watched in shock and horror as the Chief Zhan held a charming little girl and hurried into the emergency room.

   "Chief, this is..."

Zhan Muqian put the girl's body on the hospital bed. There was not much turbulence on her handsome face, but the speed of speech was obviously hurried, "When she fell down, she was pressed on the broken glass of wine. There was a little scum in the flesh, so deal with it immediately. !"

  The doctors in the emergency room naturally didn't know the identity of the girl. They only felt that the tone of the Chief War Officer was full of undisguised worry and distress.

younger sister? niece? Little lover?

  ……

  The most authoritative surgeon in the military region received the news and rushed to treat the girl's wounds.

After the doctor finished the treatment, he watched the attentive nurse bandaging the wound for Jiang Mianmian, and smiled, “It’s not a major problem, it’s just a skin trauma. It didn’t hurt the muscles and bones. Young people’s wounds heal quickly, and they will be fine in a few days. It just hurts a bit. If it hurts badly at night, take some painkillers."

   Before the little wounded could speak, the head of the head frowned, bent over to stare at her, and asked in a deep voice, "Does it hurt so much?"

Jiang Mianmian blinked his eyes playfully, and the corners of his lips were raised upwards, "It doesn't hurt, it's okay, what a small injury, you don't know, I fight with people every three to five, and hang some little color. Is it everyday?"

  The doctor all smiled: "The little girl has a very personality!"

  Zhan Muqian looked at her obviously pale little face and pale lips...

   Those two pieces of soft pink, they should be tender and tender.

  With this kind of reaction, still dare to say that it hurts?

  Master Chief’s face was gloomy, and the air pressure in the entire emergency room suddenly dropped——

  The doctors and nurses didn’t know what was going on, and they were silent.

  Zhan chief commanded in a cold voice: "Give her an analgesic injection, so as not to make the ghost cry and howl in the middle of the night."

   "Puff——"

  Jiang Mianmian instantly exploded his fur into a lion cub, “You’re just a ghost crying wolf howling, just a little skin trauma, why do I want a ghost crying wolf howling, I don’t take injections, I don’t take injections! Uncle Zhan, you are too fussy!"

  Where the nurse dared to disobey the command of the head of the war, she immediately went to prepare the painkiller.

  The doctor said to soothe, “It’s okay to get a shot, the painkiller will last longer, little girl...”

Before she finished her words, the delicate **** the hospital bed had turned into a crazy little leopard. Despite the blockade of the Chief Zhan, she tried to get down to the ground with her hands and feet, "Zhan Muqian, get out of the way! I don't get an injection! I don’t get an injection! I don’t care! I'm leaving now! I don't even get a painkiller if I die, you are a tyrant! I'm annoying you!"

  Mianmian scolded a few words.

  The air in the emergency room seemed to condense instantly.

  What is the identity of this girl... even... the leader of Lien Chan dare to scold?

  When the medical staff feared that the head was angry, Zhan Muqian opened his arms and hugged the restless little thing. He was ambiguous in his eyes, and his tone was hidden with a smile: "I'm not afraid of using a knife or a gun. I'm not afraid of pain, but I'm afraid of injections, huh?"

  The cotton quilt hurts his foot when he stepped on it. He lost face and stared at him fiercely.

  But her small face... becomes matte and tender without self-control.