'Knife wound?'
Gu Qingjiu sneaked a peek at Qi Xiaoran's waist.
Qi Xiaoran sensed Gu Qingjiu's gaze and tugged her shirt down. Her expression was indifferent as she said, "It's nothing much."
Evidently wishing to say no more.
The doctor had seen so many patients, but it was her first time seeing someone with such an indifferent expression with a knife wound.
And this was too strange.
"Even if it was nothing much, you should clean the wound properly. One look at it and I can tell that it's not professionally done. It's something you did at the go?"
The doctor knew that some people had secrets so if Qi Xiaoran wouldn't say a thing about it, she wouldn't probe. However, as a doctor, she had to treat the wound.
After helping Qi Xiaoran to the bed, she started cleaning up the wound on her waist.
Gu Qingjiu looked from the side. Qi Xiaoran did not say anything and she did not ask as well.
