Medical Sovereign

Six hundred and twentieth sixth, the sorrowful Zhu Wuxia

When Zhu Wuxia woke up leisurely, it was already past three o'clock in the morning, and a strong medicinal fragrance enveloped her, and she was still on the golden bed.

She struggled to sit up, looking at the half-gray hair of her father who was sleeping beside the bed, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart, her father was already old.

The pain from the inner thigh made her feel sad. How many times did that bastard take advantage of her unconsciousness to beat her? Why did it hurt so much?

"Ah, Wuxia, you're awake, don't cry, don't cry, the young master said, don't touch your wound with water."

Zhu Pengcheng opened his eyes in a daze, and found that his daughter had woken up. He said excitedly, and reached out to take out a tissue on the bedside table to wipe her tears: "It hurts, the young master said just bear it, and tomorrow will be fine." never mind."

Who knew it would be fine if he didn't say it, but Zhu Wuxia was even more sad when he said it, bastard, beast, it's not you who was broken, it's easy to say, just bear it, how can you bear it, it really hurts.

Also, Dad is so strange, how can a daughter be raped by a man, and he still stands by all night like serving a patient, could it be...

Zhu Wuxia remembered that Ding Ning was a pervert, and suddenly panicked. Could it be that he did something indescribable to himself while he was sleeping?

Although she has a withdrawn personality because of her disfigurement, as a woman in her twenties, her body has matured long ago. She also secretly watched some educational movies with a blushing face. Naturally, she knows that a woman can be violated in more than one place one.

His complexion changed drastically, and he sensed it carefully, and suddenly felt sad, his butt seemed to be hurting too, that pervert, he didn't even let his chrysanthemum go.

"Okay, okay, you need to rest more now, don't think too much, sleep for a while, and eat some liquid food after dawn."

When Zhu Pengcheng saw his daughter's face was pale and pale, and there were still crystal tears in her eyes, Zhu Pengcheng thought she was crying in pain, so he quickly comforted her.

Zhu Wuxia was heartbroken, and lay down in despair, staring blankly at the ceiling, but couldn't help but have some evil images in his mind.

I don't know if the mouth was violated, but that demon didn't even let his ass go, and the mouth would definitely not miss it. The more Zhu Wuxia thought about it, the more terrifying he became, the more disgusting he became, and he couldn't help retching.

"What happened?"

Zhu Pengcheng was taken aback. When Ding Ning left, he didn't say that he would vomit, which made him very worried.

"Dad, I'm fine!"

Seeing his father's nervous look, Zhu Wuxia quickly comforted him, but he was thinking in a mess, did that guy take safety measures? Will people be pregnant?

Gradually, Zhu Wuxia closed her eyes and seemed to fall into a deep sleep again.

Zhu Pengcheng sighed, his eyes were full of kindness, he stood up on tiptoe, and walked to the living room outside.

A woman in her mid-mature but still charming came up to her and said softly, "Pengcheng, Wuxia, is she okay? I made her aloe vera pork knuckle soup."

"It should be fine, at least... The little genius doctor's medical skills are absolutely reliable. When Wuxia's face recovers, I won't have to worry about her anymore."

Zhu Pengcheng hugged the worried woman in comfort, "Gao Mei, thank you for your hard work, I have to let you come here at such a late hour."

Rose shook her head and said sadly: "What are you talking about? It's nothing to make some soup. No matter how Wuxia looks at me, I will treat her as my own daughter. Besides, Wuxia is right. If Xiumei hadn't gone to my house as a pawn Nanny, she won't meet that scumbag Sangbiao, and she won't..."

"Okay, let's not talk about the past, Rose, I plan to have a good talk with her when Wuxia's face recovers, and I want to marry you."

Zhu Pengcheng supported Rose's shoulders, with unprecedented sincerity and determination on his fat face.

"I... I... don't want it. She won't be able to accept it without time. We just lack a certificate. We are so old, so don't bother."

The incoherent speech of the rose surprise,

But then he fell into endless entanglement, and finally shook his head rationally and refused.

"No, that's not fair to you. I must marry you, give you a status, and let you Rose become my legal wife of Zhu Pengcheng. As for Wuxia, I will have a good talk with her. I can't blame you for what happened back then. Wuxia is only cynical and extreme because her face was disfigured, and even hated you. She actually understands in her heart that it is not fair to you. I think she also understands the kindness you have treated her all these years. See Although I still ignored you when I got to you, I didn't talk to each other like I was when I was a child. When her face recovers, I will find a chance to have a good talk with her. I believe she will accept you from the bottom of her heart. You Don't worry about it, just ask if you want to marry me."

Zhu Pengcheng said softly that since his wife passed away, he has never remarried for more than 20 years.

It's not so easy for a big man to live with a disfigured child with low self-esteem and extreme personality, so Rose often comes to take care of the two of them.

But Zhu Wuxia always spoke bad words to her, blamed Rose for her mother's death, and scolded her many times, but she always wiped away her tears quickly, and took care of Xiao Wuxia tirelessly when Zhu Pengcheng was out busy. .

Zhu Wuxia called her shameless, called her a villain, called her a disaster... Although she was suffering in her heart, she never showed it, and it was not an exaggeration to use her face to do it herself.

After going back and forth like this, it would be nice if Zhu Pengcheng also fell in love with her, and she also made up for her lack of maternal love with her meticulous care for Wuxia.

In order not to touch Zhu Wuxia's sensitive nerves, Rose has already killed two children. It would be a lie to say that Zhu Wuxia was not moved. The child is thin-skinned, has a low self-esteem and is extreme, so he still can't pull himself together to admit his mistakes to her, but he no longer refuses her love.

Wordless communication and tacit understanding have become their unique way of getting along, and Zhu Pengcheng's statement can be regarded as an explanation to Rose.

But she no longer cared about the written proof. In her lifetime, the only thing she wanted to hear was that Wuxia could call her mother, and she would have no regrets anymore.

"If you don't marry, you can marry someone else."

Rose gave Zhu Pengcheng a charming look, and Zhu Pengcheng couldn't restrain himself for a while because of that shy look. He hugged her tightly in his arms and kissed her cherry lips.

It has to be said that although this former mafia boss is in her fifties, she is still as beautiful as a flower, like a beautiful woman in her early forties, with a charming style that belongs to her alone.

Even though Zhu Pengcheng is no longer what he used to be, he has remained infatuated with her for so many years and has never gone out to make trouble for her. From this point of view, Zhu Pengcheng is actually a good husband and a good father.

"Don't, don't be here, it's not good for Wuxia to hear."

With a blushing face, Rose pushed Zhu Pengcheng away to stop his trickery.

"It's okay, the sound insulation here is very good, you can't hear it in no time."

But Zhu Pengcheng smiled, hugged Rose by the waist, and in her low exclamation, entered the next bedroom, and gently closed the door.

Just when Zhu Pengcheng was in love with the rose you and I were together, Zheng Minzhe in the senior cadre room of the Yanjing First People's Hospital was staring at the pig's face, looking at the gang of sons who came to visit him, and opened his front-toothless eyes. mouth, said with aggrieved face: "Brothers, this is your land, I was bullied like this, you have to show me."

"Young Master Zheng, who did it? Tell me, and my brothers will beat him hard."

"Yes, Young Master Zheng, if you come to our land, you are our guest. Who dares to touch you, tell us, and we will arrest them and hand them over to you."

"MD, if you touch Zheng Shao, you will touch our brothers. No matter who he is, the brothers will definitely vent their anger on you."

"The last time I went to Korea, Young Master Zheng entertained my brothers so enthusiastically. They were bullied in our field. This place must be found again."

"This is not giving us face, who the hell is so ignorant of the heights of heaven and earth, even Zheng Shao dares to move, as long as you say your name, the brothers will do it for you immediately."

...

A group of sons and sons from Yanjing were furious and roared with righteous indignation. Those who didn't know thought it was their own father who was beaten.

There are a few mature and steady ones who didn't express their opinions immediately. Although they have extraordinary backgrounds, they also know that there are many people they can't afford to provoke in Yanjing, so they are not as ostentatious as those young masters.

"I don't know him either. A young man with an accent that doesn't sound like Yanjing people, but he has three beauties around him, and another one who is average in appearance but has a great figure, with a bulging front and back, very predictable."

When Zheng Minzhe's pig-faced face talked about beauties, he showed a wretched smile that men could understand.

All the sons and brothers suddenly realized that the emotional fellow had taken a fancy to the beauties he brought, so he went to molested him, but he hit the iron plate and was beaten in the face.

Although some despised Zheng Minzhe's actions, as a dude, who hasn't molested a few good women, is this a big deal?

Hearing that he is not a native of Yanjing, a calm young master immediately felt relieved, then frowned and said, "I don't know who it is, it's not easy to handle. If you can't find someone, it will be troublesome."

"That's why I asked my brothers for help. That kid made me shameless in public. I must tear him into pieces and kill those women in front of him."

There was a flash of resentment in Zheng Minzhe's eyes, and he said through gritted teeth.

But in his heart he secretly despises, these Yanjing sons and gentlemen will be chattering, they can't even find someone, what are they doing, if they are in Korea, he can pick out all eight generations of their ancestors in minutes .

"Wang Jian, isn't your cousin the squadron leader of the Yanjing Criminal Police Brigade? He is also an expert in handling cases. Give him a call, check the monitoring, first find out the vehicles returning to the city from the Great Wall at that time, and then gradually investigate. I can find some clues."

If Huzi and the others were here, they would find that the son who spoke was Zhang Long who hadn't attended Ding Ning's banquet, and Wang Jian and Wang Gang were also in the ward.

At that time, the three of them were afraid of getting into trouble and being retaliated by Zhao Zifeng, so they used various reasons to avoid going to the banquet that night. Unexpectedly, so many wonderful things happened later, Zhao Zifeng was arrested and has not been released until now. This made them almost regret their intestines.

The next morning they went to Huzi to explain, but unexpectedly they were scolded by Huzi and kicked out bloody, and then they found that everyone in the Witch Gang had blacklisted them, which made them feel ashamed Unfortunately, people in the entire Yanjing circle called them anti-bond boys, and no one wanted to take them to play.

This time, it was hard because they had dealt with Zheng Minzhe before, so they got into the circle of Wang Haiqing, the eldest son of the Wang family who had a grudge with Ding Ning when he just returned to China. Naturally, they had to actively perform and try to integrate into this circle.

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