After Mo Zhan left, the room returned to silence.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, reminding herself not to panic.
She had changed her appearance, so he might not be able to recognize her.
To her, he was just an injured patient.
Wen Ruan walked to the side of the bed and said to the man with a cold and hard face," Young Master Leng, please turn around."
Huo Hannian lowered his eyes, deep in thought. When he heard Wen Ruan's words, he turned around and turned his back to her.
Wen Ruan took out scissors and disinfection tools from the first aid kit.
Seeing the bloody wound on the man's shoulder, she used a pair of scissors to cut open the shirt.
The process of taking out the head did not take too long.
Her movements were nimble, and it was as if this kind of wound was a piece of cake for her.
After nearly forty minutes, she wrapped the gauze around his wound.
