The following chapter consists of a possible trigger: blood and death.
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Han Yuanjun knew Liang Zixuan very well. When she became stubborn, even ten bulls were not able to pull her back.
Holding Liang Zixuan's hand in one hand, he took out his cell phone with the other and dialed a number.
"Doctor Xing, can I trouble you to come to the emergency room? My wife's hand is injured and needs treatment."
Han Yuanjun said in a low voice as if he was trying hard to suppress his emotions.
If Liang Zixuan was not sad right now, she would definitely be able to hear it
Han Yuanjun's voice had changed its tone. It was low and hoarse, making one's heart ache to hear it.
Dr. Xing quickly arrived at the emergency room with a first aid kit. Han Yuanjun stood up immediately when he saw him.
"Dr. Xing."
"Mr. Han."
