You Are My Rare Passion

Qin Huilan stopped abruptly, with a ferocious expression on her face froze for a moment, then rushed back to Xie Wenhui, cried and beat Xie Wenhui vigorously: "Xie Wenhui, are you still a man? My daughter was bullied, and you are still standing here stupidly Don't move! Why don't you call the old man quickly and let the old man uphold justice for us? Our family has been bullied to death!"

Xie Wenhui was frightened by his daughter who was covered in blood. His limbs were cold and his whole body was shaking.

Hearing Qin Huilan's cry, he immediately came back to his senses, took out his mobile phone, and called Mr. Xie with trembling fingertips.

Gu Junzhu glanced contemptuously at the couple, with a cold smile on the corner of his lips.

Call Mr. Xie?

It's useless to call anyone!

Even if Ling Yue didn't push that, Xie Yumo wouldn't even think about retreating.

Don't tell him that Xie Yumo is still a child, it is understandable for a child to do something wrong.

With such vicious thoughts, she is no longer worthy of being a child!

Xie Yunlin and Xie Jinfei glanced at each other without making a sound.

They have no time to think about anything else now, they can only pray that their sister is safe.

If something happened to their sister, how would they explain it to their underground parents?

The little sapling's limbs were weak from crying, her voice was hoarse, her eyes were red and she stared at the emergency room, her little body trembling with fear.

Gu Junzhu hugged him tightly, kept patting him, and comforting him.

Looking at the little sapling whose voice was hoarse from crying, Ling Yue's small fists hanging by his side were clenched tightly, and his eyes were colder and darker than usual.

More than an hour later, the door of the emergency room finally opened and the doctor came out.

Everyone went up to meet him.

Gu Junzhu hugged the young sapling and asked, "Dean Li, how is my wife?"

"Young Master Gu," Dean Li said respectfully, "Your wife is fine, she just had a concussion, her forehead was broken, and there were many soft tissue bruises on her body, but luckily, there were no fractures or ruptured internal organs. Just rest for a few more days. .”

"Thank you," Gu Junzhu heaved a sigh of relief, patted the little guy's buttocks in his arms, kissed his wet face, and coaxed softly: "Hey, did you hear what the doctor said? Mom is fine, little one." The tree stopped crying."

The little guy hugged Gu Junzhu's neck vigorously, nodded, but couldn't help himself for a while, his little body was still twitching.

Xie Wenhui and Qin Huilan also rushed over, "Dean Li, how is our daughter?"

"Guiqianjin's injury is a little serious." Dean Li looked at Xie Wenhui and said regretfully, "Guiqianjin's face is a bit serious, and I'm afraid it will leave a scar after stitches, but don't worry too much. The technology of scar removal is very mature. After Guiqianjin recovers from her injuries, she can find a beauty hospital to treat her well. It is still possible to recover. Besides, Guiqianjin has a broken left leg and needs to rest in bed. Nothing else is fine. "

Li Jin is the vice president of Beijing Central Hospital and the most well-known surgical orthopedic specialist in China.

He has treated many dignitaries and their families, and he knows that for them, a scar on the face is far more important than a broken leg bone.

After all, as long as a broken leg bone is treated properly, there will be basically no sequelae after recovery.

But scars on the face may delay these rich ladies from finding a good husband's family.

Generally, these young ladies will choose to marry high, that is, to marry someone with a better family background than their own.

But those men, since their family background is better than theirs, why would they find someone with a scar on their face?