Fortunately, this hotel was well-equipped, even the first aid kit had all sorts of emergency supplies. Qiao Xu took out some necessary items and quickly walked over to Lu Moqing to help him with his wound.
"Take your hand off."
She spoke in a low voice, and Lu Moqing cooperated by letting go. The sight of the wound and the bright red blood seemed to stab both of Qiao Xu's eyes, causing her to gasp involuntarily.
There was a large gash in his forehead and a simple bandage would not suffice. "It needs stitches."
Qiao Xu looked at him, her voice trembling so much that she didn't even realize it.
"Alright."
Without any hesitation, Lu Moqing agreed, his deep black pupils like a bottomless pool, as if they could draw Qiao Xu in or even calm her down in an instant.
"You can do it, just stitching a few needles, right Dr. Qiao?"
Lu Moqing's lips curved into a smile.
