A beautiful, pretty, gentle big sister suddenly put on a bloodstained white coat and wanted to help me get treated—Su Mo almost reflexively nodded.
It's not that he was really sick; he just never had such an experience when he was in school and wanted to try it out.
"Are you serious?" His arm felt numb, a crack opened in the door, and that Monster's blood-stained fingers had already squeezed in.
Su Mo looked at the bloody fingers so close to him and almost clenched his teeth to breaking from nervousness, the pungent smell of blood emanating from the fingers instantly pulled him back to reality: "Hurry up and help!"
"Let him come in, I might not be a doctor, but my work is also related to psychology," Xuan Wen stopped teasing Su Mo and leaned against the chair back, looking very relaxed.
The door was slowly pushed open, Su Mo exhausted his last bit of strength, but that terrifying face still appeared in the clinic.
