The intense burning sensation on the back of her hand had already lessened somewhat, Ye Chuyi didn't wait for Shi Youjin to return; she turned off the tap, picked up her bag, and left.
She drove back to the hospital; there was surgery scheduled for the afternoon, and she couldn't afford to delay.
Without the cold water rinse, the burn on her hand began to throb painfully once again.
Ye Chuyi furrowed her brows as she entered her office, about to search for ointment, when she heard an icy voice ask, "What happened to your hand?"
Ye Chuyi turned her head and saw Sheng Tingyuan sitting on the sofa, "Why have you come at this time? Is there something wrong?"
Sheng Tingyuan stood up and walked over to her, "Is that a burn? Haven't I told you to take care of your hands? Why don't you ever listen? Are you going to be satisfied only when they're injured to the point of being unusable?"
Ye Chuyi couldn't explain in detail and could only say, "It's nothing, just an accident."
