Xi Muchen carried someone in his arms all the way to the car, and on the backseat, the man's furrowed brow and gaze fell on her bleeding neck, his whole body radiating a fierce aura.
Indeed, he felt he had been too light-handed with those damn people just now!
Xi Muchen himself had suffered various kinds of injuries due to training in the past, some dozens of times more severe than this, yet he hadn't found them unbearable. But seeing them on Xia Wanwan, he felt so heartache he couldn't stand it, and he asked the injured person, "Does it hurt a lot?"
It hurt, of course it hurt a lot, but seeing the man looking so distressed, she didn't really want to cry out in pain: "It's not too bad, I'm just afraid of scarring."
"It won't," Xi Muchen assured her softly, "If there are scars, then Wei Yan has no business being a doctor anymore."
