Late at night, Li Nanchen was lying on the bed with a high fever. The wounds on his shoulder and abdomen were inflamed and they were showing signs of swelling and ulceration…
Bi Fang hurriedly rushed over with the first aid kit and wanted to change his dressing and treat his wound. He muttered, "Your physique is quite good. Why would you suddenly have symptoms of infection? Could there have been other undetectable pathogens on the explosive fragments?"
Listening to his nagging, Li Nanchen felt a slight headache coming on. He lifted his leg and kicked Bi Fang away from the bed. Frowning, he said, "Get lost!"
"I don't trust your medical skills. Get someone else to come!"
Li Nanchen had crossed Bi Fang's bottom line. He immediately put his hands on his waist and questioned, "Who has better medical skills than me? Other than my Teacher, there's only…"
