Chapter 853 Treating the Wound on the Hand

Just when he was getting irritated, he suddenly felt a warm and soft touch on the back of his hand.

The little girl who called him "Brother Guo" squatted on the chair with bare feet, stretched out her fist-sized hand, and touched the wound on the back of his hand.

He didn't say a word.

The little girl had already imitated the sound of "hissing" and sucking in cold air in pain, as if she was the one injured.

Her little body trembled, then turned her head, raised her head, looked at him, and said anxiously, "Blood..."

"Dad, blood..."

"Blood, blood, it hurts."

Li Beijue's irritable mood was shattered by her in an instant, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, then he put her back on the bed, stood up, and leaned over, "It doesn't hurt, Nuonuo, be good, sleep for a while."

"Dad... it hurts..."

Nonuo didn't listen, and stood up to chase him.

Li Beijue was frightened and quickly grabbed her and pressed the bedside bell.

Soon, the nurse and Huo Yi came in.

Li Beijue looked sternly at the nurse, "Take good care of her. If you can't take good care of her, go back and eat yourself!"

So angry.

The nurse shuddered and was very nervous, "Don't worry, Mr. Li, I have taken good care of Miss Nuonuo."

After that, she walked over quickly, helped to hold Nuonuo, and comforted him softly, "Nunuo, be good, we are still receiving infusions, you can't move around, otherwise your hands will bleed and hurt. Nuonuo doesn't like pain, right? Let's lie down obediently, and auntie will read you a story book, okay?"

She coaxed Nuonuo gently while putting him on the bed.

As a result, the little girl who has always been well-behaved, sensible and easy to take care of was particularly uncooperative today. She struggled to run as soon as she kicked her feet, and her pink little mouth kept yelling, "Ba... Dad... Hand... Blood..."

"Dad... Stop..."

She was only one year old, and she spoke one word at a time. When she got anxious, her pronunciation was not clear.

The good daddy, then he turned into one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight, and then he turned into a strike.

Occasionally, one or two people shouted the right words in the middle.

It was like Martian language, with a babyish voice.

"Dad...hand...blood." She seemed to be particularly concerned about the bleeding of Li Beijue's hand. She refused to listen to the nurse's words, kept struggling on the bed, and wanted to run to Li Beijue, while anxiously turning around and shouting, "Put...Xue..."

Huo Yi couldn't bear it anymore. While feeling sorry for the little lady's understanding, he walked to Li Beijue and reminded him in a low voice, "Master, do you want to treat the wound on your hand?"

He knew the wound on his hand. Li Beijue didn't want to take care of it at first, but when he saw the little girl's persistent and anxious shouting, he frowned and relented, "Let the nurse come."

Huo Yi was relieved to see that he was finally willing to treat the wound. He was afraid that he would regret it, so he hurried to find a nurse.

Soon, the nurse came with simple disinfection and bandages. Seeing Li Beijue standing there, he hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to speak, "Mr. Li, it's inconvenient for me to treat your wound if you stand. Can you sit on the chair next to you?"

Trouble!

Li Beijue was extremely impatient, but when he saw Nuonuo on the bed, he endured it, walked to the chair with his long legs, sat down, and stretched out his hand.

The little nurse squatted opposite him. When she saw the back of his injured hand clearly, she raised her head in surprise. When she came into close contact with that handsome face, her ears blushed and she lowered her head like a thief.