kang qiao looked at he huan's bleeding arm and said in a low voice, " "I'll take you to the hospital."
He Huan said no.
Kang Qiao insisted and dragged her over.
in the hospital, the doctor bandaged the wound and said that it was fortunate that it was only a small wound. if it was not carefully moved by an inch, it could hurt the main artery, and it would not be a small wound.
after the doctor finished, kang qiao looked at he huan and said in a reproachful tone, " " don't you have to be more careful in the future? there are scriptwriters and art designers on the scene, and you do it yourself every time. look at this wound. it's not pretty anymore! "
he huan looked at kang qiao. " such a shallow wound won't leave a scar. "
Kang Qiao took the medicine for her and went to the car with her.
He Huan walked past him, and before Kang Qiao started the car, she said, " "Do you have something on your mind?"
"You can tell?" he Huan was a little surprised.
