In less than ten minutes, Li Qiao had finished suturing Liuyun's wound on his left arm. She removed her gloves and tossed them into the trash bin, "All done."
Before turning away, Li Qiao paused and looked back, "You know what to pay attention to for your recovery, right?"
Liuyun nodded hastily, "I know, Miss Li, thank you for your concern."
Wang Yue watched Li Qiao intently, feeling that her bold and unrestrained air was very much like the boss's reckless demeanor in his youth.
Maybe it was Wang Yue's focused gaze that caused him to miss the increasingly gloomy expression on his own boss's face.
Even though he was injured, Liuyun's ability to read situations had not been affected. He picked up his shirt with his right hand, casually draped it over his shoulder, and nodded to Shang Yu, "Boss, we'll head out first."
