Chapter 1232: Jiaojiao Is Afraid of Pain

Yaen Chi, having shared many years of tacit understanding with him, immediately understood upon hearing this and acknowledged with a sound.

Pei Dongshi’s plane had just landed, and while checking in at the hotel, he received a call from Bo Yanching.

Without a second thought, he grabbed his suitcase, headed to the airport, and boarded the private jet arranged by Bo Yanching.

By the time he saw Nan Jiaojiao, it was already an hour and a half later.

Before he arrived, Bo Yanching had already cut open the gauze on her wound, given it basic treatment, and applied some medicine, but only to the bleeding wound.

He put on a bandage to temporarily stop it.

Pei Dongshi wore a stern face; he didn’t say a word of reproach nor any unnecessary chatter.

After examining the wound and feeling the bone, he put on gloves, ready to perform surgery on her.

As the tip of the knife just touched the skin, Nan Jiaojiao reflexively flinched backward, hitting her back against Bo Yanching’s chest.

He held her with one hand and looked up at Pei Dongshi: “Brother Pei, no anesthesia?”

Pei Dongshi was startled, his eyelids fluttered slightly at hearing him call “Brother Pei.”

Looking again at the person in his arms, pale, but positioned so sneakily, he sneered and said, “Does she still need anesthesia?”

Bo Yanching replied earnestly, “Jiaojiao is afraid of pain.”

“…”

Pei Dongshi didn’t expect to be force-fed dog food at a time like this.

Who said only women in love lose their rationality?

When men fall in love, their eyes and hearts are blinded, nearly becoming blind.

He did have anesthetics, but was too lazy to find them, so he asked Nan Jiaojiao, “Do you want it?”

After using anesthesia, the surgery wouldn’t be painful, but she would at least sleep until morning.

She still had things to do and people to sort out, it would be a pity to just sleep like this.

“No need.”

“She’s the one who said no anesthetic.”

Pei Dongshi wore an expression that screamed “it’s none of my business,” “Hold her down; if it truly hurts, she’d kick.”

Bo Yanching couldn’t bear to hold her down, “If it hurts, pinch me.

My hand is here.”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned her head against his chest, her little eyes looking up, tearful, looking pitifully lovable.

With just that glance, Bo Yanching’s romance-driven brain went up a few layers, constantly comforting her.

Pei Dongshi thought of all the sad things in his life to barely filter out Bo Yanching’s baby-talk.

As soon as the surgery ended, he kicked the trash can by his foot out.

Those who knew realized the bloody smell bothered him, those who didn’t might think he was venting some anger.

“The hand is saved, but behave, at least for two months, don’t use your right hand.

Avoid using force if you can, and absolutely do not lift heavy objects.”

Pei Dongshi glanced at her left hand, “Practice using your left hand, anything you can do with your left, don’t use your right for.”

Nan Jiaojiao ignored his nonsense, looked at her left hand, and suddenly asked a soul-searching question: “But how do I wipe my butt?

I’m used to using my right hand.”

Pei Dongshi’s face turned dark immediately, “How much effort does it take to wipe your butt?

Can you rip the paper?

No!

Nan Jiaojiao, why are you getting more and more disgusting, you troublesome thing!”

Imagining it, his disdain was evident on his face.

He took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can.

Some misfiring neuron made him sniff them, and inexplicably he thought there was a smell on his hands.

“Mr.

Bo, could I trouble you to use the plane to send me back?

I have matters to attend to tomorrow.”

Bo Yanching said, “Of course, the hotel check-in has been completed for you, just head over and rest.”

Pei Dongshi paused at his words.