"Minor injury, second degree."
The conclusion given by Wu Jun matched exactly with what Jiang Yuan had guessed.
This was a very direct judgment. It didn't matter where the hairline used to be, because now, you couldn't find it anymore.
Since it was gone, you could only base it on the standard three levels—shaving the head was useless; the hairline still existed.
"Come back for the report later. It won't be ready today." Wu Jun pointed outside the window and said, "Come directly here tomorrow and just call the number on the wall."
"Okay," the patient responded.
The patient's mother still seemed somewhat unconvinced and asked, "A minor injury first degree is more severe than a minor injury second degree, right? Can it be assessed as a minor injury first degree?"
"Can't be done." Wu Jun pointed to the injury and said, "It just meets the standard for a minor injury, second degree. If you think it's not appropriate, go to the city and get another assessment."
