Nie Rujun couldn't help but freeze, looking down at the man who was stubbornly clinging to her, agitated:
"Fan Ju, get up!"
"I won't!" Fan Ju was exceptionally shameless, "I just washed your face for you, what's wrong with leaning on you for a bit? It's just stitching up a wound, it'll be quick."
Was this a matter of time?
Nie Rujun tried to pry his arms from around her waist, and Doctor Zhao called out:
"Madam, Young Master Fan's wound has started bleeding again. You should sit down, I'll clean up his wound and stitch it right away; it'll be quick."
Nie Rujun paused her actions and looked at the blood seeping from his wound, her expression cooling:
"He's not afraid of pain, Doctor Zhao, just go ahead and stitch it."
Hearing this, Doctor Zhao paused in the midst of cleaning Fan Ju's wound, glanced at her and said, "Does Madam mean to go without anesthesia?"
