The doctor arrived quickly, a typical Western doctor.
As soon as he walked in, Feng Huaijin tugged Su Li's hand and said, "Help handle this."
The doctor looked at Su Li's scratched palm with some bloodstains, then at the handsome Eastern gentleman's severely injured right arm, his expression gradually turning strange.
"Sir, are you sure? I think your arm is dozens of times more serious than this lady's scratch."
Su Li was about to say she was fine when Feng Huaijin coldly interrupted, "I told you to treat her wound first, so do it. Why ask questions?"
The Western doctor gave an awkward smile, nodded, and took out disinfectant alcohol and cotton swabs to treat Su Li's wound.
When the alcohol landed on the wound, she didn't feel any pain.
Su Li instantly thought of Mo Si Huang... Shouldn't the pain be his? Maybe Senior Brother took it on for her?
Su Li felt slightly guilty thinking of Mo Si Huang, but it's just such a small wound... Senior Brother shouldn't be angry, right?
