Today, Ah Wu was wearing a white tank top with a black shirt and black trousers. He was dressed like an ordinary person. The button of the black shirt was open. Now, his right arm was injured and there was a bloody wound.
Ah Wu lowered his head to look at his wound. He did not care about it and only said indifferently, “It’s nothing, it’s just a small injury.”
“Even if it’s just a small wound, you have to treat it to prevent the wound from getting infected and inflamed,”Xuan Yingluo insisted.
Everyone began to treat the scene. Xuan Yingluo brought Ah Wu back to the office. She took out the medical kit and used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to sterilize him, “I want to suture your wound. There’s no anesthetic here. Can you bear the pain? Why don’t we go to the hospital to treat it?”
Ah Wu sat on the sofa and glanced at Xuan Yingluo. “This little wound is nothing. Just suture it.”
“Then bear with the pain.”
