Emergency room on-call office, Fu Lvting held a pair of tweezers and disinfectant iodine, treating the wounds on the back of Li Qiao's hand.
A clear, small sound caught Li Qiao's attention. Before she could speak, Fu Lvting helplessly looked up, "There are still shards of glass remaining in the wound. Don't wet it these next few days otherwise it's likely to become inflamed."
Li Qiao didn't utter a sound, seemingly feeling no pain at all, with an indifferent and detached attitude.
"Today you..." Fu Lvting was about to ask more when the cell phone on the desk rang just then.
Li Qiao shifted her gaze to glance at it, her expression suddenly undulated, and she answered the call with her left hand. Her voice was well-controlled and no different than usual, "Hello~"
The fingers of Fu Lvting, who was wiping her wound, trembled slightly.
Such calm yet unmistakably tender tones were rare from Li Qiao.
