"No, I won't see, and I'll worry even more." Qin Youxuan knew what he meant and quickly pressed down on his arm, insisting that Diwu Zexuan treat him in front of her.
"I am already a mother to a child; I need to learn to face things and can't always hide behind you."
"With me here, you don't need to worry about anything." Dan Hanjie pressed down on her head and seated her firmly on the sofa.
"Then I always have to worry about your health when you're so careless with yourself." Qin Youxuan pouted and reached out to undress him.
"I'd better do it myself, don't make matters worse by trying to help." Diwu Zexuan glanced at Qin Youxuan and motioned for her to sit aside.
Stepping forward, he set down the medicine box and began cutting open the clothes on Dan Hanjie's shoulder with scissors.
The wound that had been treated had burst open again.
The blood had soaked the entire shoulder, but there were no signs of inflammation; it didn't look as bad as she had feared.
