You Are My Rare Passion

Wen Chong looked at Fu Wenjing, and said firmly: "It's best if it can be cured, but even if it can't be cured, Jing Jing is so beautiful, even if there is a scar on her face, she is still beautiful, it doesn't matter."

Sino: "..."

He can't comfort people enough, his cousin is worse than him!

He has never seen such a comforting person!

"Yes..." He didn't expect that Lu Jiannong would still agree.

Lu Jiannong looked at the closed operating room, and said softly: "No matter what Jing Jing becomes, she is the most beautiful in my heart...a beauty is in the bone but not in the skin..."

"Where is the person who chopped up the patient?" Gu Junzhu asked the director of the hospital who hurried over to greet him.

"The prisoner was taken away by the police." The dean replied respectfully.

"How did the prisoner get caught?" Gu Jun asked.

"There is a young man who is brave enough to do what is right," the dean replied.

"What about the brave ones?" Wen Chong asked.

The dean looked around: "It seems to be gone."

Wen Chong nodded and didn't speak any more.

When Fu Wenjing is fine, he will go to find the brave person and thank him very much.

But now, what he cares most about is Fu Wenjing in the operating room.

The group waited outside the operating room for more than half an hour before Fu Wenjing was pushed out of the operating room.

"Sister!" Fu Wencha came forward crying, staring at Fu Wenjing nervously, and asked the doctor, "Doctor, how is my sister? Is she okay?"

The doctor took off the mask, "The injury on the shoulder is not serious, the wound is not deep, just a few stitches, and it will recover after a period of recuperation. The more troublesome thing is the face..."

He glanced at Fu Wenjing in embarrassment, afraid of shocking Fu Wenjing, he hesitated, wondering if he should continue talking.

"Sister..." Fu Wencha held Fu Wenjing's hand and cried bitterly.

The doctor didn't finish his sentence, but she already understood.

It must be that her sister's face is going to be scarred!

That's brutal for a young girl!

"It's okay, don't cry..." Fu Wenjing's face was covered with gauze, and the wound on her face made her articulate a little unclear, but she still tried her best to smile and squeezed Fu Wencha's hand: "Not dead or disabled, already I'm lucky, I'm fine, don't cry, I'll be fine..."

Afraid that she would be sad, Fu Wencha tried hard to hold back the tears, and nodded repeatedly, "Sister, you are right, you are not dead or disabled, you are very lucky, and the current beauty technology is so advanced, you will definitely get better."

"Well," Fu Wenjing said with the corners of her mouth raised, "Doesn't Xiaoyue also have a scar on his face? Isn't it as beautiful as before? It's okay, don't be sad."

"Yes, yes!" Fu Wencha nodded vigorously.

The scar on Ling Yue's face was left to save the little tree seedling.

Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei have always been worried about it, and have thought of many ways, hoping to help him cure it.

However, he has used countless good medicines, and there are still shallow scars on his face.

However, it didn't affect Ling Yue's appearance at all.

Ling Yue was still so delicately dressed, delicate and handsome.

Ling Yue can do it, so can her sister!

Fu Wencha was comforted by Fu Wenjing, her heart no longer curled up in pain.

She helped the nurse push Fu Wenjing into the ward, and waited on her.

Sino's eyes kept chasing her.

Lu Jiannong could tell that Si Nuo didn't want to stare at Fu Wencha on purpose, but because, as long as Fu Wencha was around, Si Nuo's eyes couldn't help but stick to Fu Wencha, and there was no one else in his eyes.