"Thank you, Doctor Sun. I'll remember that."
Zhao Zhan covered Yue Jiaojiao's eyes with one hand and stared at Doctor Sun's hands.
When the powder was applied to the wound, her brows would furrow.
When Doctor Sun was done, Zhao Zhan heaved a long sigh of relief. He stood up and wrung a warm handkerchief from the side, then turned around and carefully wiped the sweat off Yue Jiaojiao's forehead. "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt as much anymore. Doctor Sun was very careful."
Zhao Zhan's heart finally relaxed when she looked better. He turned to look at Doctor Sun and thanked him profusely.
"If you have the time, why don't you make two good dishes for me instead? The pickled fish during the New Year is very much to my liking. If you're willing to make it, I'll ask Jiyan to chisel the ice and catch a big fish right now."
