Suddenly, Zhao Jingshi thought of something, looked at the time, and hurriedly said, "Oh no! Ren Feifan, I have a tour concert tonight, what should I do? If I don't go now, it can't be held, and there are tens of thousands of fans waiting! Can you quickly take me to the concert, please?"
As soon as she spoke, she subconsciously touched her cheek and naturally found her facial wound. Her expression instantly turned desolate, and she silently sat on a rock, lost in thought, muttering to herself.
"But in this state, how can I attend the concert..."
Ren Feifan turned around, his eyes twinkling with a smile, "Don't you know that I'm also a Divine Doctor?"
Zhao Jingshi's body shuddered, suddenly remembering something. She recalled the first official meeting with Ren Feifan at a charity dinner, where he had competed in medical skills with others, and he really seemed to be a doctor!
She quickly asked, "Then... can you cure me?"
