Luo Song's brows were tightly knitted as he picked up the bloodstained gauze. "The wound has reopened."
The doctor spoke with certainty.
An Ning was also very concerned about Yu Jingchen and nodded in agreement.
Yu Jingchen squeezed An Ning's hand, preventing her from speaking out of turn. "It's nothing serious, just an accidental bump."
Luo Song didn't waste any more words and directly unwrapped the bandage that An Ning had just dressed correctly.
His face darkened, and he rewrapped the wound in silence. "How did you get hurt again?"
An Ning was about to speak.
Yu Jingchen smiled mischievously. "Just now we were doing something intimate, and somehow, I wasn't careful."
"Nonsense!" Luo Song couldn't bear to listen. "Mr. Yu, you can't be so careless with your body! The wound is right next to your heart, very close to it. If bacteria infect it, it could definitely threaten your life. You absolutely can't joke about this."
Yu Jingchen nodded. "Understood."
