Qiao Nian rolled up the sleeve of her right arm and looked down at the wound on her arm. A little of the flesh was exposed, and the edge of the wound was stained with dust. It was a shocking sight, but other than the pain, she didn't feel anything special.
She lowered the sleeve and nodded. "Thank you, Doctor," she said very calmly. "I don't need anesthesia."
The female doctor didn't expect her to decide so quickly without even thinking about it. Instead, she was stunned for a second before she came back to her senses. She nodded and instructed the nurse to prepare what she needed for the suture. As she got up, she said, "Alright, wait for me in the treatment room next door. I'll wash my hands and go over immediately."
"Okay."
Qiao Nian stood up as well and pulled down her sleeve, looking as though nothing had happened. She pursed her lips and prepared to open the door with her uninjured left hand.
Almost at once, the door opened from the outside.
