The throbbing pain on her arm gradually roused An Xiangrong back to consciousness. Hearing Zhang Qi's words, she softly thanked him, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, you're the patient, I'm the doctor, this is my duty. Not to mention, Chu Yang has paid me a rather handsome remuneration, so you don't need to feel..."
"Enough."
Zhang Qi continued to chatter away, but Chu Yang interrupted him, not allowing him to finish his sentence. Seeing that he was about to say more, Chu Yang abruptly ordered, "I called you here, not to chat. Just get to treating her."
Chu Yang had already noticed that An Xiangrong looked uncomfortable.
In truth, An Xiangrong was feeling really unwell. Her head buzzed intensely, but she couldn't allow herself to rest due to the circumstances. So she had no choice but to soldier on.
