"What... what did you say, cut flesh?" Dongfang Wenjing laughed sarcastically and said, "Qian Jun, you think this is a meat market selling pork? Li Huai is fine – would he cut his own flesh?"
Shen Yingtian thought he had misheard, but after hearing Dongfang Wenjing's words, he was sure that Qian Jun had indeed said 'cut flesh'. Unlike Dongfang Wenjing, he did not question it. Throughout their time together, he knew that Qian Jun was not a humorous person. Furthermore, he would never make a joke about Li Huai.
"Li Huai is fine? Dongfang Wenjing, are you blind? Can't you see that his abdomen is injured? If he doesn't cut off the flesh around the wound, it will continue to rot until he turns into a puddle of pus!" Fu Guosheng growled in a low voice.
She is a curse!
If Dongfang Wenjing hadn't appeared, Li Huai wouldn't have gone out late at night. And if Li Huai hadn't gone out late at night, how would he have encountered this situation?
