"How will the check-up be conducted?" The tone of Xiao Mohan's voice was frighteningly cold.
The doctor shivered, touched his nose, and picked up the medical record on the desk, "I ....."
Gu Chuyan listened in fear, her mouth agape. With her eyes on the doctor, she asked weakly, "Doctor, I'm fine; let's just forget it."
Xiao Mohan heard this and squinted his deep-set eyes, his perfectly sculpted features brimming with anger.
"Her injury is on the head," Xiao Mohan emphasized in a deep voice. He didn't understand the doctor's approach to this. He had registered Chuyan's case as an external injury.
Besides, if it weren't for Wen Shui's absence, he wouldn't have brought her to a place like this at all.
The doctor was entirely helpless, tossing the medical file aside.
"Sir! I'm a doctor, not a pervert! The check-up is completely normal," the doctor put his hands in his pockets, helplessly adding, "I need to examine her. If it's inflammation, I suggest hospitalization."
