"You need to be careful, if the wound splits open and gets infected, the consequences could be much worse."
The on-duty nurse gathered up the medicine and bandages, holding back her sleepiness, and said, "I'll come with you and have a look. If the wound has split badly, you won't be able to manage it alone."
"Ah, thank you, but there's no need," Lu Fengxuan said with embarrassment on her face, quickly adding:
"I studied medicine, too. I can handle simple wound dressing like this. Just give me the supplies."
Hearing her say this, the on-duty nurse felt reassured and handed her the medicine, "Remember to ring the bell if you have any problems."
"Okay, thank you, nurse."
Lu Fengxuan took the medicine and hurried away without looking back.
It was already one in the morning, when normal people should be sleeping.
But there they were, dressing wounds in the dead of night, especially when her hands were so sore, and she had to dress the wounds of the very cause of her trouble.
