Li Chuntao was busy treating a young boy who had hurt himself. She tended the child's right leg and with a hushed voice, assuring him that he would be fine and would be able to play again once his wound healed.
His mother, who had passed out from the shock of seeing him bleeding profusely, was now being tended by his father. The boy had a laceration on his leg from an accident.
"Doctor, would it hurt?" The boy sniffed and watched as Li Chuntao prepared to suture his wound while a male nurse put a numbing gel on the top of the boy's wound before he began cleaning the cut with sterile water, which was squirted into the cut to remove harmful germs and dirt.
The boy was obviously terrified seeing Li Chuntao holding a needle in her hand. It also didn't help that there was no warmth whatsoever in her face as if she didn't care if he was afraid or not.
"No, it would not. You won't feel much at all," Li Chuntao assured him with a small smile.
