"Chen Yin, do you think, under this circumstance, should we notify Grandpa or Brother Xinian's dad?" Chiang Xiao asked.
She wasn't very familiar with the situation of the Meng Family Father and Son, so she turned to Chen Yin. He probably knew more than she did.
Chen Yin shook his head, "Let's not for now, let's wait until Xinian wakes up and then ask him about it."
At least, he was no longer in life-threatening danger.
Chiang Xiao nodded in agreement.
It took a long time to treat Meng Xinian's injuries.
While dealing with the cut on his face, the doctor even sighed and said, "This wound is quite deep, and although it doesn't need stitches, it might leave a scar."
That wound, from Meng Xinian's nostril to his right cheek, was about six centimeters long.
Chen Yin heard this and involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air.
A wound that long, if it really left a scar, wouldn't that disfigure him?
"Doctor, isn't there any effective scar removal medicine?"
