Sheng Tingyuan stood up and went to a cabinet to find iodine and cotton swabs.
He approached Ye Chuyi with the items in hand and sat down beside her on the sofa, "Why are you always holding onto that coconut, did it save your life? Put the coconut down, stretch out your hand."
Ye Chuyi didn't move.
Sheng Tingyuan took the coconut from her, grasped her wrist, and disinfected her wound.
Ye Chuyi gazed at him blankly, what he was doing now exceeded her understanding of him.
Wasn't he really averse to her? Why did he now care about her wound?
Seeing his serious attitude while disinfecting, she couldn't help saying, "It's nothing, just a minor injury, it will heal quickly."
"For a doctor of your caliber, hands are the most precious asset, any wound could affect the stability of your surgeries. The lives of your patients are in your hands, so, protect your own hands in the future, be responsible to yourself, be responsible to your patients."
