At twelve o'clock in the evening, Wen Ning developed a low-grade fever, which was a sign of infection.
Lu Yanci's eyes became more and more gloomy. Although he didn't say another word, his cold eyes scared everyone in the department.
At three or four in the morning, an internationally renowned orthopedic expert who was attending a medical exchange meeting in Shen City was picked up by experts in Beijing City.
The operation was then carried out normally.
After the extremely complex and delicate surgery, the expert told Lu Yanci that the finger was saved, but the possibility of disability could not be ruled out.
Moreover, the possibility of being disabled is extremely high, and it is almost certain that Wen Ning's little finger will no longer be as flexible as before.
After Lu Yanci heard this, his eyes became darker and darker, and he became more silent.
As long as Wen Ning fell asleep after the operation, he stood on the terrace outside and smoked terribly.
When Wen Ning woke up, Zhang Hua went over to inform him and saw cigarette butts on the terrace.
Zhang Hua was silent for a moment and whispered: "Little Third Master, Miss Wen is awake. Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Lu Yanci did not go to see Wen Ning immediately. He went back, changed his clothes, and cooked Wen Ning's favorite sweet osmanthus soup.
Lu Yanci almost never went into the kitchen. This time, the servant was so frightened that he thought he was going to lose his job.
When I arrived at the hospital, I stood at the door for a long time until the soup was almost cold, and then I walked in.
When he entered, he saw that Wen Ning was already awake, with bandages on his hands, and he was sitting on the bedside with a pale face.
Seeing him come in, she seemed to have no reaction and was still staring at the TV series on the tablet without moving.
After just one night, Lu Yanci felt that she had lost some weight.
The little flesh that I had managed to gain on my face seemed to have fallen off overnight, and my chin was a bit pointed.
Before Lu Yanci could speak, she moved away from the computer, took the small cup that Lu Yanci handed over, and whispered "Thank you, uncle."
She injured her left hand, so she can still use her right hand normally.
Lu Yanci held the small cup. She held the spoon with her hands and ate it bit by bit.
It seemed that what happened yesterday had consumed all her energy and strength. Now she was very hungry, and all her previous picky eating problems were gone.
After finishing the porridge, Lu Yanci cut some fruit for her.
Wen Ning usually doesn't eat much fruit, but he actually ate it all this time.
She was so well-behaved, as if whatever he gave her to eat, she would eat it up obediently.
Lu Yanci saw that her stomach was bulging a little. He couldn't help but frowned and took away the small dessert that was just handed to her. "I don't want to eat. I don't know if I'm full?"
After putting the things away, he held her injured hand still wrapped in gauze and looked at it for a long time. No one could understand the obscure look in his eyes.
Wen Ning remained motionless and let him look at his hands.
After a long time, Lu Yanci let go of her and whispered, "Does it hurt?"
Wen Ning chuckled and said softly: "I forgot, maybe it doesn't hurt very much."
She rarely smiled, and when she smiled she looked innocent, and the way her eyes curled up was a bit innocent, as if this matter was a trivial matter not worth mentioning to her.
Lu Yanci's heart throbbed, and the darkness in his eyes flashed, but his tone was still calm, "Why didn't you call me then? Don't you know how to ask for help?"
Wen Ning lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, casting a shadow on her eye sockets, making her expression unclear.
She whispered, her voice sounding innocent, "I don't know, I just fainted and forgot about it."
As if she was afraid that he would be angry, she added: "I will remember to ask for help next time."
She spoke very quietly, as if this matter was just an insignificant matter, but it was this attitude that deeply hurt Lu Yanci.
He felt his heart throb in pain, but the expression on his face was still cold.
He looked at her and said coldly: "Have you always been asleep?"
Wen Ning glanced out the window and seemed to be thinking seriously, "I don't really remember. Maybe someone came in during the process."
She turned her head and looked at Lu Yanci, "Did you come in to see me, uncle?"
With a faint glance, his pupils were dark and bright, looking very innocent.
Lu Yanci looked at her and said in a cold tone, "Luo Ying came in and you bit her."
A strange look flashed in Wen Ning's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
She lowered her head and whispered: "It's all my fault. I really don't remember. Maybe it was because I was numb at the time. I don't remember who came in, and I don't remember that I bit someone else."
She looked at Lu Yanci, as if she knew she had made a serious mistake, "How is Miss Luo? Is it serious? Uncle, I really didn't mean to bite her, and I don't know why I bit her. What did I do?" I don’t remember either…”
Lu Yanci looked at her and felt his heart getting heavier.
He touched her hair and whispered, "The doctor said it's okay."
Wen Ning continued to look at him with dark eyes, "Did uncle take her to see a doctor? Is it serious?"
Lu Yanci said "hmm" and said, "I've seen it. The doctor said it's fine and gave me a shot of tetanus."
Wen Ning chuckled again, "As long as it's okay."
The noble Miss Luo bit herself and had to get tetanus. She, a humble weed, had her finger broken and was imprisoned for a day. In the end, she had to step on her broken little finger.
This is contrast.
Fate is really unfair.
She lowered her eyes and said softly: "Uncle, do you want to marry Miss Luo?"
Lu Yan resigned, a heavy meaning flashed in his eyes, and his fingers slid across her delicate cheeks, "You care about my relationship with her?"
Wen Ning raised his head, looking a little innocent, "Then after my uncle and Miss Luo get married, can I also marry someone else?"
The air suddenly became colder.
The coldness in Lu Yanci's eyes was very obvious, "Wen Ning, don't provoke me with such words."
Wen Ning said softly: "I don't dare. If you really want to marry Miss Luo, I will give you my blessing."
Lu Yanci didn't say anything. After a long time, he said, "You don't have to ask about her and me, and you can't do anything about it."
He and Luo Ying have no engagement, and he has never promised to marry her. If the incident lasts a little longer, until everyone calms down, he will issue a news release explaining the matter.
However, Wen Ning may have to suffer for a few days in between.
He gently stroked Wen Ning's face and said in a deep voice, "Does Ning Ning want to get married?"
Wen Ning said nothing and lowered his head. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "Uncle, will I be disabled from now on?"
As she said that, she chuckled again, as if she was trying to save herself, "During the operation, I vaguely heard that my hand might not be healed, but it doesn't matter, it's just the little finger. I can still draw without it. You can still live a normal life.”
