After the wounds had been cleaned, the doctor helped Ji Nuan to the bathroom next door to clean her body, then changed her clothes and asked someone to borrow a hairdryer from the VIP room upstairs to dry Ji Nuan's hair.
When Ji Nuan changed into the black shirt and went out, the doctor helped her into the consulting room while chuckling "I used to watch TV shows where the leading lady looked particularly attractive in a man's shirt. I didn't know there was really such kind of girl in real life. The shirt looks great on you. Hey, isn't that guy your boyfriend?"
"I told you my husband died many years ago. How dare any man marry me? Boyfriend? No. I've been single for more than three years," Ji Nuan said casually.
The doctor helped her to sit on the couch and examined her wound. "Girl, when did you get married? You look quite young."
"Twenty." Ji Nuan smiled. "Now, I'm twenty-four."
"Oh, so your husband died three years ago?"
