Chapter 259: Retaliate Ruthlessly When Bullied, Whoever They Are

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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.

The doctor worked quickly and meticulously and the wound was stitched up in less than five minutes. After stitching, he couldn’t help but stretch his hand out to wipe off the perspiration on his face. Deep down, he was uncontrollably in awe of this young lady—even adults wouldn’t be able to bear with the pain and at the same time, try to relax to cooperate with the stitching.

Looking at how Wen Xinya looked pale and pathetic after the stitching, Old Mr. Wen’s heart ached deeply.

After taking care of the wound, Wen Xinya went to check on her brain. It was finally confirmed that Wen Xinya’s injury was not too serious and she only needed to recuperate and nourish her body well from the blood loss. However, as there was a mild concussion, she needed to be warded for observation for three days.

As the wound was hurting badly, Wen Xinya couldn’t get to sleep at all. She briefly recounted how Su Jinshan had looked for her and Old Mr. Wen looked at her with a soft expression—Su Jinshan was an overbearing and aggressive woman and was not easy to deal with. Yet, his granddaughter was able to control her like this.

If they had not been at their wits’ end, they wouldn’t have resorted to complaining to Wen Haowen, causing all these to happen.

Still, he had underestimated this granddaughter of his. She was forbearing, calm, tactical, good at judging, and had her ways—from the time Jiang Ruoyin posted on the discussion forums, she had planned for today. Thus, she stayed as still as a mountain as she watched those clowns bounce—the harder they bounced, the worse they would be injured from the rebound in the future.

Old Mr. Wen looked at her, feeling relieved, and said, “You’ve done very well. Regardless of who bullies you, you only need to retaliate ruthlessly. If anything goes wrong, you still have this old man—me—to shelter you.”

At this moment, Old Mr. Mo pushed the door and entered. He looked cold and solemn, his eyes sunken in, and his old, thin lips pursed into a straight line—such an expression made a lot of his usual wrinkles disappear.

Upon seeing Old Mr. Mo, Old Mr. Wen felt, after all, rather guilty, as he said rather awkwardly, “Xinya’s wound has just been taken care of—the doctor said it’s nothing too serious.”

Old Mr. Mo nodded slightly solemnly as his gaze fell on Wen Xinya who was half-lying down on the hospital bed. She looked pale, with remnants of the fragility and translucence that came with losing too much blood, like a fragile glass figurine.

Wen Xinya’s smile was pale but pleasant. “Grampy, I’m really alright. The doctor said I can be discharged after being hospitalized for three days for observation. Don’t worry about me!”

Hearing the tinge of sweetness in her weak voice, Old Mr. Mo’s cold emotions calmed down. “Your father hit you and you don’t know how to avoid it? Why are you so silly—did you expect him to care about his kinship with you?”

Though the words were spoken to her, they were actually directed at Grandpa—if Father did not care, at least, this Grandpa should protect!

Old Mr. Wen was an intelligent man and could read between the lines of Old Mr. Mo’s speech. Instantly, he looked awkward all over and did not know what to say.

Wen Xinya mediated with a smile. “Grampy, this was an accident—I’ll be more careful next time.”

Naturally, she wouldn’t say in front of Grandpa that it was due to Ning Shuqian tripping her that she had fallen so hard. If she were to tell Grandpa, he would definitely get to the bottom of it. Come that time, Wen Haowen would be stuck in the middle, which could possibly cause Wen Haowen to really be estranged from Grandpa. Without the fear of Grandpa, Wen Haowen would definitely be held back by nothing and, coupled with Ning Shuqian’s manipulation, take it out on her.

Old Mr. Mo did not pursue further. He sat by the hospital bed and asked softly, “Does the wound still hurt? Do you feel unwell anywhere else?”

Wen Xinya shook her head and said, “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt very much.”

Old Mr. Mo’s heart ached as he looked at the thick bandage on her forehead, the snow-white color not whiter than her little face. “Come to the Mo Family for a short stay after your discharge from the hospital—let Mother Jiang and Mother He nourish you well.”

Although Old Mr. Wen was unhappy inside, he did not object. After all, compared to him, Xinya was the only kin left to Old Mr. Mo—Xinya should spend more time with him.

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