She treated Xia Qingqian's nape with nervous caution, afraid that one careless move could cost her life.
Xia Qingqian lay prone on the hospital bed, her hands naturally dangling off the narrow bed, yet her brows were tightly furrowed.
The female veterinarian took a dry towel to wipe the blood from her hands, "What happened? How did Xiao Qian's head get injured?" Even though she had treated Xia Qingqian, she was still uncertain of herself, as this was the first time she was cleaning a human wound.
"You seem to know her?" Now that her bleeding had stopped, his anxious heart finally calmed, and he had the mind to pay attention to the veterinarian before him.
The female veterinarian smiled and tossed the blood-stained towel into the laundry basket, "She worked here for a period of time."
"She worked here?" He suddenly didn't understand the veterinarian's words.
