The doctor was shocked when she took off her hat, sunglasses, mask, and gauze covering her face.
Presumably, he has been practicing medicine for so long and has never seen anyone's face swollen like this.
While checking her injuries, he asked in a low voice: "Why is your face swollen like this?!"
Looking at the scattered finger prints, layer by layer, the doctor frowned and endured it again and again. He was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Hit by your husband?!"
No matter what the doctor asked or said, Mu Wanqing never said a word from beginning to end.
When the doctor was helping her write a ticket and do an examination, he kept reminding her: "Ms. Mu, although women are a vulnerable group in society, so what?! The current national and national laws are very important for the protection of women.
There are a lot of protective measures in place regarding women’s rights, but if something happens to you, you can’t just swallow your anger..."
After taking a CT scan and confirming that there was no intracranial hemorrhage or cerebral hemorrhage, but a simple skin injury, the doctor prescribed some swelling and analgesic medicine, and Mu Wanqing prepared to take a taxi back to Muyuan.
Hospitals have always been densely populated areas.
It's really difficult to get a taxi.
Mu Wanqing waited at the door for half an hour but failed to get a taxi.
I was planning to walk to a nearby place where taxis are easy to get and hail a taxi.
When passing a street next to the hospital, Mu Wanqing found many passers-by gathered on the roadside.
Originally, Mu Wanqing was not in the mood to care about these things.
However, looking through the gap in the crowd, I saw a hungry puppy with bones all over its body, curled up on the ground, trembling all over whether it was frightened or for some other reason.
"...Hit it!!!"
"I shot it!!!"
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"You naughty kids, do you have any love?! Hurry up and don't hit it with a water gun!!"
There were well-meaning people in the crowd who stopped the naughty boy from driving away.
When Mu Wanqing heard the puppy whine in despair, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Especially after listening to the comments from passers-by.
"A month ago, its owner had a car accident here and died on the spot. This dog has been staying here, waiting for its owner to come back to pick it up. It's so pitiful that it won't leave even when it rains heavily."
"Yes. There are so many cars here, so dangerous. If my daughter-in-law hadn't been pregnant, I would have adopted her. It's really pitiful."
"..."
"..."
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Mu Wanqing listened to the comments of passers-by and thought for no reason: eight years ago, she squatted in front of Yang Mufan's house, waiting for him to come back to pick her up...
Mu Wanqing stood outside the crowd and waited for a long, long time.
Towards evening, the crowd dispersed.
Mu Wanqing walked slowly to the skinny dog, knelt down and looked into its dark eyes.
She raised her hand to touch it.
It seemed frightened and backed away.
Mu Wanqing said warmly: "Your master will not come back to pick you up. He has completely left you. No matter how long you wait for him, he will never come back. Little dog, come with me...
