Amelia looked at the man's face on the video call and couldn't help feeling like she was watching a handsome leading actor in a Korean drama.
She averted her gaze and withdrew her wrist, "You've seen enough."
"Your wrist tells me that it's not the injured one."
Amelia, "…Are you sick?"
He sighed slightly, "Amy, I grasped your right hand, but you showed me your left."
Amelia, "…"
Running out of patience, she switched the phone to her right hand and thrust her bruised left wrist in front of the camera, "Satisfied with your masterpiece?"
As expected, the man's eyebrows deeply furrowed, "Sorry, I got angry and forgot to control my strength. Have you applied any medicine?"
She was so uncomfortable that she couldn't even think about treating such a minor injury, so she perfunctorily said, "I did."
"What kind of medicine?"
Amelia, "Safflower Oil."
"Amy, I studied medicine. I can tell whether your skin has been in contact with any medicinal oil or not."
