"You can't handle it?" dark, displeased.
He could, but he dared not strip Rong Yan's clothes off!
Cui Jiangjing was truly at his wit's end, and he had never seen Li Shengxiao like this before. He quickly called the emergency department and hung up the phone, saying, "Being anxious now is useless, just wait a moment, they'll be here shortly."
"To examine Rong Yan, we at least need disinfectant. Otherwise, what am I to use to treat her wounds? And I don't keep any of these in my office."
Li Shengxiao's eyebrows were knotted tightly into a frown, as if he could crush a fly.
Fortunately, Rong Yan was still somewhat conscious, clenching her teeth and enduring the bloody taste in her mouth, she grabbed him, "I'm okay, it's just a little pain in my shoulder."
In reality, she was in so much pain that she was close to passing out.
