For those who are members of the medical sect, silver needles can save people, but they can also kill people!
As a member of the Medical Saint Sect, Ye Zihao was naturally very skilled in the hidden weapon of silver needles, but what surprised him was that in addition to being powerful with a sword, Dugu could also use silver needles to hurt people.
This was something that Ye Zihao didn't expect.
Since Dugu had just taken advantage of throwing the hidden weapon and escaped quickly, Ye Zihao could only watch Dugu disappear into the distance.
In the battle just now, because both sides were equally powerful, Ye Zihao also suffered a lot of injuries.
Although he tapped the acupuncture point, he knew that he still had to go to the hospital, otherwise the blood would run out sooner or later.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Zihao endured the pain and quickly drove to the nearest hospital.
…
late at night!
In the corridor of a certain hospital in Jiangcheng, a woman was wearing a pair of high heels and her steps were hurried, as if she was in a hurry to go somewhere.
Soon, she walked to the door of a ward.
At this time, the two bodyguards responsible for protecting Ye Zihao greeted him very respectfully, "Mr. Yang!"
"How is Ye Zihao's injury?"
Yang Ruobing frowned. As early as ten minutes ago, she received a call from someone saying that Ye Zihao had been seriously injured and had been admitted to the hospital.
After learning that Ye Zihao was injured, Yang Ruobing drove over immediately.
"Mr. Yang! The doctor said that the boss is fine, but he lost too much blood and needs to rest." A bodyguard responded.
"OK!"
Hearing what the other party said, Yang Ruobing's anxious heart finally settled down.
Immediately, she pushed open the door and entered.
She saw that Ye Zihao's face was a little pale and he was lying on the bed resting. Many parts of Ye Zihao's body were bandaged with gauze. Although he was fine, the injuries were enough to prove that Ye Zihao had experienced a life and death battle before.
You know, Ye Zihao's strength is terrifying, but the other party was able to hurt him like this. He was obviously a master.
Seeing that his beloved was so seriously injured, Yang Ruobing couldn't help but feel a sore nose and her eyes were a little red.
However, she did not dare to cry.
Because the doctor said that Ye Zihao needed to rest, and Yang Ruobing didn't want to wake Ye Zihao up.
However, at this moment, Ye Zihao, who was "resting", suddenly teased, "Honey! You cry so ugly! Haha!"
Forehead?
Yang Ruobing was startled for a moment. She raised her head and looked forward, and saw that Ye Zihao had woken up and was staring at her with a smirk on his face.
"screw you!"
Yang Ruobing curled her lips slightly, seeming to be a little dissatisfied with Ye Zihao.
"Hey! I'm telling the truth! Wife, don't cry. If you start crying, it will hurt here!"
Ye Zihao pointed to his heart and his expression became serious.
"Okay! I won't cry!"
Yang Ruobing took a breath secretly and calmed down her emotions a little.
When Yang Ruobing stopped sobbing, Ye Zihao reached out and touched her face, wiped away her tears with his thumb, and said with a smile, "That's good! A wife who doesn't cry is the best."
"What about crying?" Yang Ruobing asked.
"The ugliest!"
As a result, just as Ye Zihao finished speaking, Yang Ruobing reached out and pinched him, causing the guy to gasp in pain.
"hiss!"
"Wife! Spare your life!"
This guy pretended to be in pain, but Yang Ruobing knew that he had used very little force just now. How could Ye Zihao be so exaggerated?
"Come on, you said it hurt! If you had known it hurt, you wouldn't have hurt yourself like this." Yang Ruobing glanced at him angrily and said.
"hey-hey!"
Ye Zihao knew that he had been exposed, so he could only smile awkwardly.
At this time, Yang Ruobing asked with a serious expression, "Ye Zihao! Who is it that can hurt you like this?"
"It's a swordsman named Dugu! His strength is about the same as mine!" Ye Zihao restrained his previous unruliness and said seriously.
"Dugu? The one who uses a sword?"
Yang Ruobing frowned, with indescribable worry on her face, because she knew about Ye Zihao's strength. Even someone as powerful as Ye Yehao was injured like this. One can imagine how terrifying that Dugu is.
Yes.
"Honey! Don't worry, he won't get any better! He was more seriously injured than me at the time. If he wants to cause trouble for me again, he probably has to wait until the injury is healed."
Ye Zihao could also see Yang Ruobing's worry, so he comforted her.
"No matter! The most important thing for you right now is to recover from your injuries. Let's talk about the rest later!"
Yang Ruobing gave the order very seriously.
"Yes! My dear wife!" Ye Zihao smiled mischievously and even performed a military salute while lying down.
"Deser!"
In response, Yang Ruobing could only roll her eyes at him.
…
During the next time, Ye Zihao was recuperating in the hospital.
During this period of time, he was very happy.
Why? Because he is like an emperor, being served by others.
For example...Yang Ruobing!
Today, Yang Ruobing brought some white porridge from home and prepared it for Ye Zihao to drink, but the guy looked very painful.
"Ouch!"
"Honey! My wound is hurting again, can you feed me?"
Ye Zihao pretended to be in pain, and his acting was so realistic that people who didn't know the truth would think he was really in pain.
However, how could Yang Ruobing not know his temperament?
So, she shook her head slightly and said with a wry smile: "The pain in your wound is fake, but it is real if you want me to feed you!"
"Haha! The one who knows me is my favorite wife!"
Ye Zihao smiled evilly and started teasing deliberately.
"Deser!"
Yang Ruobing curled her lips slightly, but still picked up the porridge and fed it to Ye Zihao with a spoon.
"ah……?"
Yang Ruobing yelled, asking Ye Zihao to open his mouth, but this guy pushed for the next step and said with a wicked smile: "Honey! The porridge is a bit hot, can you blow it on for me?"
"You guy, if I give you a little sunshine, you will be brilliant?"
Yang Ruobing frowned and protested a little.
As a result, as soon as she protested, Ye Zihao immediately pretended to be in pain.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!"
"It hurts the baby! Ouch!"
…
Seeing Ye Zihao pretending to be in pain, it turned out to be intentional.
"You guy!"
Yang Ruobing had a feeling that she couldn't laugh or cry. If Ye Zihao's opponents knew that this guy was so "pretentious", they would probably be shocked.
However, Yang Ruobing couldn't bear that Ye Zihao was hungry, so she approached the spoon with her mouth and blew gently a few times.
"Okay! It shouldn't be hot anymore, come on! Open your mouth! Yeah...!"
Yang Ruobing opened his mouth and gave instructions.
"ah……!"
At this time, Ye Zihao opened his mouth and took a sip of porridge.
"Um?"
"Honey! How come your cooking skills have improved so quickly? This porridge is delicious."
Ye Zihao took the opportunity to flatter him and gave him a thumbs up.
"Don't praise me! Because mom cooked the porridge!"
"Okay! Then pretend I didn't say anything just now!"