Sheng Tingyuan turned and went to the living room to get the medicine, then came back and sat beside the bed, "Give me your hand."
Ye Chuyi didn't move, "There's no need to trouble President Sheng, I can apply it myself."
Sheng Tingyuan lifted the quilt and took her hand out.
Her hand was even redder than when he saw it at noon, small blisters covered the entire back of the hand, and even her wrist had some.
The hands that were once slender and fair were almost unrecognizable now.
A twinge clearly struck his heart, and he gritted his teeth slightly, "With your hand like this, you still went to perform surgery in the afternoon?"
"I still have another hand, the surgery this afternoon wasn't very difficult, it went very smoothly, so President Sheng doesn't need to worry about the patient's safety, the surgery was very successful."
"Do you really think I'm worried about some patient?"
Ye Chuyi looked at him strangely, "Isn't that so?"
