After Liu Sitong left, Jin Mingxue came over with a tray in her hand, which held tools like scrapers and iodine that were needed for preparing the skin.
"Take off your pants, we're going to start skin prep now," Jin Mingxue said to Song Lisha, who was writhing in pain on the hospital bed.
Song Lisha's eyes widened in shock, "Here... right here?"
Reluctant and with her face full of humiliation and unwillingness, Song Lisha instinctively clutched her white hot pants. By then, the pants were damp and semi-transparent, and one could even see the black lace underwear inside.
On the other hand, Zhao Chi was somewhat excited. He could never have dreamed of such a scenario, and the key point was that his archrival, Song Lisha, was about to strip naked in front of him...
Song Lisha was thinking along the same lines. How could she have the nerve to take off her pants in front of a man? Moreover, this man was her biggest rival!
