She remembered the woman's voice. She was Dr. Wen's sister.
"Don't move. I'm applying medicine to your wound."
The voice inside went on.
"Do you have to be so meticulous?"
"Nonsense, your arm was injured first, and then your ligaments were strained. If you don't pay attention, your arm will be useless!"
Li Nanheng looked at the woman who was seriously helping him with medicine and sat there with no expression on his face, letting her applied the ointment.
"Forget it, I surrender. Remember not to use this arm in the short term. If it's sprained or injured again, you must come to me as soon as possible!"
Li Nanheng snorted. "Got it, I'm not a kid, so you don't have to so worry about me."
"When you were a kid, you were easier to get along. The older you get, the more difficult you become," the woman said as she applied the medicine on his wound and straightened up.
