The little girl was too stubborn.
After she made a sound, she clenched her lips tightly, refusing to let the pain spill out again.
By the time he had laboriously cleaned her wound and reapplied the medicine, she had fainted from the pain once more.
Her small face was covered with glistening beads of sweat!
Gong Heng wiped the sweat off her face, discarded the packaging from his hands, and walked out straight into Zhuo Xiusi's office, where he was fast asleep catching up on some much-needed rest, having just performed surgery for someone from the Xiao family. He was utterly exhausted.
Gong Heng yanked him up from his chair, "Mianmian is in a lot of pain, we need a different ointment."
