"Doctor, please move lighter. Look at Xiao Tutu's forehead, is sweating, are you hurting him?"

"Doctor, why don't you speak? How is my little Tutu? It's not very serious. The injury on his hand cannot be recovered. Don't scare me. We have money. No matter how much money you spend, you must heal his injury on his hand."

When Qiao Mianmian walked into the doctor's diagnosis room, she heard Mike's constant murmuring.

Maybe I thought Mike was too noisy and the doctor's assistant couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't help but say, "Sir, please don't be in a hurry, okay? Dr. Zhao is treating Mr. Tu. If you speak next to him, it will affect his judgment."

Even Tu Yilei thought he was too noisy and couldn't stand him anymore. He turned his head and looked at him, frowned and said, "Mike, be quiet. If you do this, I'm almost in pain, and you're still making noises. Are you worried about me or wanting to torture me on purpose."

"Xiao Tutu, I..."

"Okay, I'll talk about anything later."

"...Okay, doctor, I won't talk anymore, you can show him quickly." Mike glanced at Tu Yilei's bloody back of his hand and closed his mouth with pain.

The doctor lowered his head again to check Tu Yilei.

After a while, after the examination, he reached out and took off his gloves: "I just arrived at the hospital and treated it in time, so the burn on the back of Mr. Tu's hand has not become very serious yet."

When Mike heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "You said that the burn on the back of Xiao Tutu's hand is not very serious. Can it be cured?"

The doctor nodded: "It should be cured."

"Oh my God, thank you for the eight generations of ancestors!" Mike clasped his hands happily, and tears filled his eyes.

Tu Yilei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after hearing the doctor's words.

He did not regret rushing over to block the sulfuric acid for Qiao Mianmian.

If he is given another chance to choose, he will still do this.

But don't regret it or not.

He could not feel anything when his hands were burned with sulfuric acid like this.

He will be sad, too.

He will also worry that his career will be affected.

He is not a person who is too strong inside.

Diagnosis and treatment outdoor.

When Qiao Mianmian heard the doctor's words, she felt relieved, as if the burden in her heart was removed at once, and she felt much more relaxed.

The depressed and dull feeling in my heart also disappeared.

Fortunately, I heard good news.

Things are not moving towards the worst outcome.

If the burns on Tu Yilei's back of his hand are not cured and scars will be left in the future, she will probably be guilty of him for the rest of her life.

"Good news, this is, as long as it can be cured." Bai Yusheng glanced at Qiao Mianmian and walked in first, "Doctor, treat him well. He is an artist. If the exposed skin leaves scars, it will affect him."

"I'll ask you to spend more time during this period."

The doctor looked up and saw that the person coming in was Bai Yusheng. He was respectful and responded quickly: "Mr. Bai, please rest assured. We will do our best to cure the burn on the back of Mr. Tu's hand."

"Yeah." Bai Yusheng nodded, "I believe you."
Chapter completed!