Xu Ying sat expressionless at the edge of the bed, holding an ointment in one hand and a cotton swab in the other, applying medicine to someone.
"Hiss——be gentle, please!" An Yeran couldn't help but inhale sharply due to the pain.
Xu Ying sneered coldly, "Gentle? When you were in the gang fight, did you ever consider begging the dozen people to go easy on you?"
An Yeran argued, "They didn't hit my face, I bumped it myself!"
Xu Ying glared at Heran, pressing hard on her bruised face, "So smart, aren't you?"
"Ah! Ow ow ow!" An Yeran cried out in pain.
After the medicine was applied, she lay down on the bed with a desolate look. She could only twitch slightly from head to toe. Having just left the hospital not long ago, the doctor suggested she minimize her movements for a few days.
"I swear, I didn't start it this time. Their leader was bullying a middle school student, I was only trying to help the kid."
