Chapter 259 - Retaliate Ruthlessly When Bullied, Whoever They Are (1/2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After Old Mr. Wen stated his stand, he was not in the mood to converse with Wen Haowen further and hurriedly sent Wen Xinya to the hospital with Old Tao.
The doctor carefully examined Wen Xinya’s wound as he looked at Wen Xinya’s pale, almost transparent little face filled with fragile toughness, not looking the least bit in pain. “Dizzy? Do you feel nauseous?”
Wen Xinya held her forehead and said, “Hmm!”
The doctor frowned slightly and said, “There could be a slight concussion. We’ll have to take some shots later.”
Saying which, he continued to examine the wound. “The wound is very deep, and you’ve lost too much blood—I’m afraid we’ll need to stitch it.”
Wen Xinya was calm and did not speak. However, Old Mr. Wen asked anxiously, “Will stitching leave a scar?”
“Naturally, it will leave behind a scar. I’ll do my best to stitch the wound evenly, take care of it carefully, and will be able to lighten the scar. Applying some concealing cosmetics every day will hide it well—it won’t affect her looks.” The doctor had met a strange patient the previous day who had wailed non-stop from a mere superficial wound, even wanting to do injury analysis, which annoyed him greatly. Today, seeing that this young lady did not even flinch from such a deep wound, he couldn’t help but take a liking to her. Thus, he spoke more.
“Thank you, doctor!” Wen Xinya could tell the doctor’s kind intentions, bore with the pain which came from speaking, and thanked him.
The doctor nodded. “Stitching will cause a lot of pain. I’ll first put you under local anesthesia.”
Naturally, Old Mr. Wen did not object.
Wen Xinya bore with the head-spinning pain and said, “Doctor, that’s unnecessary—you can stitch directly! I can take it.”
Because of her previous lifetime, Wen Xinya repelled anesthetic and related drugs and would avoid them if possible. Furthermore, in her previous lifetime, she had endured the torturous and destructive effects of drugs—how could she not even be able to take such minor pain.
The doctor was stunned. “Stitching is not a joking matter. If you can’t take the pain and affect my stitching, the wound will be stitched up badly and will leave a serious scar.”
Wen Xinya accepted the doctor’s kind intentions. “I don’t wish to use anesthesia—anesthetic drugs affect the nerves in the brain. Perhaps it wouldn’t affect me much now that I’m still young, but the effects will gradually appear as I age.”
Upon hearing this, the doctor stopped persuading.
However, Old Mr. Wen was shuddering with fear. “Xinya, why don’t we listen to the doctor—local anesthesia won’t have serious effects on your body.”
Wen Xinya said, “Grandpa, I can take it.”
Finally, Old Mr. Wen couldn’t convince Wen Xinya and could only let her be.
After disinfecting the needle and sutures, the doctor started stitching her wound. In the first few moments, as Wen Xinya was not accustomed to the sudden pain, she flinched and suddenly clenched her hands into tight fists. Yet, she tried her best to relax and cooperate with the doctor’s stitching.
The treatment room was dead silent. In the short period of time, Wen Xinya could hear the sound produced by the needle sinking into her flesh and the suture tugging at the wound—hiss hiss hiss hiss. She let out a whimper, suddenly pulling hard at the edge of the bed, veins suddenly appearing on the back of her hands, and her forehead instantly filled up with beads of perspiration which trailed down her gorgeous face.