"It's fine, the reason doesn't matter anymore. What's important now is your hand," An Hao said to Xin Ni. "Run it under the tap for half an hour, then go to the medical office."
Looking at the time, Li Zecheng said, "I'm afraid there won't be anyone at the medical office at this hour. Little sister, aren't you a doctor? Couldn't you treat her?"
"Actually, these blisters would be better if they were punctured. But I don't have any medication here, and if they get infected after being punctured, it would be more troublesome. Otherwise, just bear with it for tonight, and don't pop them. Go to the medical office first thing tomorrow morning."
Hearing she had to endure until the next morning made Xin Ni almost frantic: "What? How am I supposed to sleep tonight?"
"Your hand is burned like this, and you're still thinking of sleeping? Just endure it!" Zhang Guifang said.
