Forced Marriage with the "Disable" Billionaire

"Who is Yun Xiangxiang?"    

Yun Xiangxiang raised her hand. "Me. "    

The nurse was silent for a moment and looked at the notebook.    

"Your wound is six centimeters long. It might require about twenty stitches. If you agree, sign on this document. "    

Yun Xiangxiang did not think about it. She took the pen and wrote on the paper.    

Then, she was brought into a ward by two nurses.    

A male doctor estimated Yun Xiangxiang's wound and applied anesthetics on it for a while before giving Yun Xiangxiang needles.    

Although Yun Xiangxiang looked very healthy and sunny, loved to exercise, and was good at judo, it did not mean that she did not know pain.    

When faced with this kind of situation, she still felt a little weak.    

She looked at the doctor and saw the needle on her forehead. She was immediately frightened and shivered.    

"That. . . Doctor, can you apply a few more layers on me?"    

The doctor's expression did not change. He was wearing a mask and there was not a trace of emotion in his eyes. He looked calm and numb. "One piece of anesthesia is enough for us. It will have the same effect if we add more. "    

Yun Xiangxiang still felt afraid and comforted him in her heart, "Doctor, just apply one more layer on me. I don't feel good about it. "    

The doctor saw her holding her hand trembling. In order to prevent the patient from being too nervous, there was some extreme behavior during the suturing process.    

The doctor asked the nurse to take out two new threads and apply them on her. Then, he said, "This should be enough, right?"    

Yun Xiangxiang felt slightly relieved.    

This doctor was a surgeon and had rich surgical experience. A simple surgery like this would not be difficult for him.    

In order to reduce Yun Xiangxiang's fear, when he applied the anesthesia, the doctor started to have a scuffle with Yun Xiangxiang.    

"How old is the young lady this year?"    

Yun Xiangxiang's trembling voice said, "Eighteen. "    

The doctor smiled, "Eighteen. Eighteen is a good age. Do you have a boyfriend?"    

Yun Xiangxiang nodded, "Yes. "    

Another nurse interrupted," Is it the man waiting for you outside? "    

Yun Xiangxiang said, "You said so. Who is it?"    

The nurse said, "You are the one who is guarding beside you. You look thin. The one who looks pretty sitting in a wheelchair?"    

When Yun Xiangxiang heard that he was sitting in a wheelchair, the handsome one was basically certain who they were talking about.    

He nodded. "Yes, he is my boyfriend. "    

A young nurse held a cotton ball in her hand. When she mentioned that handsome guy, her eyes could not help but bend.    

"Little sister, that boy is very good-looking. You have to cherish him. "    

Everyone liked good-looking people, so it was understandable for them to look at him more.    

Yun Xiangxiang thought about it. Fu Sihan's appearance could indeed confuse people. It made those who did not know him feel that Fu Sihan was naturally a gentle and cultured person.    

The real Fu Sihan was similar to the Fu Sihan in their eyes, but the real Fu Sihan was softer and more cynical and childish.    

That's right, it was these contradictions that made Yun Xiangxiang feel that there were so many contradictions in Fu Sihan's body that she had perfectly digested them.    

Feeling the burning sensation on her forehead getting smaller and smaller, Yun Xiangxiang smiled, "He is just a little introverted. People don't like to talk much. Actually, it's not a big deal. "    

Yun Xiangxiang said that it was not a big deal. It was just that he was handsome and rich. This was exactly what many ignorant girls pursued.    

He saw that the two nurses were so envious of Yun Xiangxiang, but they couldn't say it out loud. They could only watch from the side.    

After 15 minutes, the doctor tied the anesthesia on her forehead. You are about to start sewing.    

Even if the Heavenly King Master came this time, he would not be able to escape the fate of sewing.    

The doctor held the silver needle which was about five centimeters long and it was bright and shiny.    

Yun Xiangxiang looked and immediately closed her eyes.    

The doctor laughed, "You girls all like to look at handsome guys. Just think of this needle as your boyfriend. "    

Yun Xiangxiang could not say that, but she could not do it.    

The doctor knew what these girls were thinking.    

This small needle could help the scars on Yun Xiangxiang's face recover quickly, while her boyfriend could only take a look and not treat her.    

However, most people had already forgotten about the kindness of the needle, and were coveting the visual feast on her appearance.    

Between these two, one was an illusion, and the other was real. However, few people liked real things, so they liked the illusion instead.    

He sighed, "You guys are so young. Your thoughts are really different from our children. "    

When the first needle was inserted, Yun Xiangxiang felt a bee fiercely pricking her forehead. It was so painful that she wanted to cry.    

But she knew in her heart that this was already the appearance of anesthesia. If there was no anesthesia, Yun Xiangxiang would not even dare to think about it.    

Although it was a little painful, the scar on her face could still be recovered quickly. Yun Xiangxiang could still endure this bit of pain.    

In high school, there was a period of time when she participated in the women's 5,000m race. Every day, she would run circles on the field and count for herself.    

Compared to the feeling of impending death when she ran halfway, Yun Xiangxiang felt that this kind of pain was still bearable.    

Yun Xiangxiang asked, "What is the difference between you and us?"    

Doctor Fu Sihan smiled, "There are many aspects that are different. For example, at that time, people do not value appearances and like simple things. But in this generation, appearance is more important than anything else. Money is more important than parents. "    

Yun Xiangxiang did not know what to say about this.    

First, the doctor looked to be almost sixty years old. The oldest in their family was Yun Yiming, who was only in his early forties.    

Second, Yun Xiangxiang did not live in any era. She did not know which era she lived in, so she had nothing to say.    

The male doctor smiled. "It can't be helped. This is the development of the era. What people did before led to the current result. As the saying goes, karma is karma. At this time, when you bring people, you have already accepted all of this. "    

Yun Xiangxiang usually only knew a little about such a large set of philosophical words.    

At this time, if Fu Sihan was at the scene, he would definitely be able to chat with the doctor for a while.    

It did not take long before the suture was almost done.    

The male doctor saw that Yun Xiangxiang did not say anything and was even chatting with them. He could not help but look at her in a new light.    

"Have you sutured before?"    

Yun Xiangxiang shook her head, "No. "    

"Then how can you bear this kind of pain?"    

Yun Xiangxiang smiled, "After accepting this kind of pain, it will not be so painful anymore. "    

A needle was equivalent to being stabbed by a madman. Very few girls could bear this kind of pain and did not cry out.    

The nurse at the side also did not expect Yun Xiangxiang to be so patient.