Li Mingxun gritted his molars and replied, "I'm fine."
"I'll go then."
As Luo Qianxun stepped through the front door, seeing Li Mingxun's disheartened appearance brought a small thrill of satisfaction.
"Madam, they..."
Madam Sun caught sight of Li Mingxun entering the house and hurriedly closed her mouth. Spotting the injuries on his face, she gasped, "Good heavens, Sir, your face is wounded."
"I'm okay."
Li Mingxun slightly furrowed his brow, not particularly fond of Madam Sun's fussing.
"Sir, your wound must be treated."
Madam Sun turned to Luo Qianxun, "Madam, aren't you versed in medicine? You should be capable of tending to such injuries."
"Uh?"
Luo Qianxun was beginning to regret revealing so much about herself in conversation with Madam Sun.
"Don't just stand there. Quickly, treat Sir's wounds."
Madam Sun took out the first aid kit and thrust it into Luo Qianxun's hands.
