Song Zhu couldn't help but clench his fist, "Okay, I'll listen to you, no calling the police. But you're so badly injured, do you realize your wound is still bleeding! You must be treated immediately, otherwise the wound might get infected, fester, and leave a scar in the future!"
His genuine concern filled Qiao Yin's cold heart with warmth. There were good people in this world too.
The intensity in her body finally started to fade, she softly said, "I'm really okay, I'm a doctor myself, I know what I'm doing. I have some things to take care of, I have to go now."
"But you are ——"
Before Song Zhu could finish his sentence, Qiao Yin had already stepped into the elevator.
She really didn't have time to chat with Song Zhu, and she was even less eager to have her wound treated.
She was enduring tremendous pain for her self-inflicted injury, she could not afford to waste time here.
