"Yes, sir!"
The doctor propped up his spectacles on his nose and nervously inspected Pei Ge's wound. Seeing that it was on her back, he revealed an awkward look, then turned to face Ji Ziming, asking, "Sir, may I ask you to excuse yourself?"
"No need for that. Hurry and check your madam's injury. Are you not going to let me look at my wife?"
Ji Ziming frowned. His gaze was so frightening that the doctor and nurse did not dare to say another word.
"Yes, sir. I will go treat the madam now."
The doctor turned around again. Since the man refused to leave, he could only hope that he would not interfere while he was treating her.
"Sir, since you are unwilling to leave, then please wait on the sofa. I am going to cut open the madam's clothes, so please take a few steps back."
