"OK," Rong Yan breathed a sigh of relief, noticing that he still held her wrist and couldn't help but remind him, "Um, Li Shengxiao, could you let go of my hand first? The doctor is waiting to stitch me up; otherwise, if the wound oxidizes any longer, it will need to be disinfected all over again."
Bacteria filled the air, and prolonged exposure of the wound could easily lead to infection.
Rong Yan had studied medicine abroad for several years, so she had a basic understanding.
Disinfecting the wound had already caused her so much pain that her scalp tingled, going through it once more might cause her head to explode.
Her face was still a sickly pale, except for her eyes, which shone like the stars, unforgettable! Li Shengxiao let go of her hand and took another look at the wound in her palm, a hint of ferocity briefly passing through the depths of his eyes.
Rong Weiwei...
