"Don't say another word!" Miao Qingqing glared fiercely at Song Xiaodong before leaning over to close the car door.
"Hey, it's not like I haven't seen it before. What's there to be afraid of?"
"I am a doctor, you know. In front of a doctor, what do you have to be shy about? If you keep hiding your illness like this, it's easy to suffer losses."
Song Xiaodong reluctantly called out a few times from outside the car.
At that moment, Miao Qingqing actually felt a sense of triumph and muttered under her breath, "You bastard, don't I know what dirty thoughts you're harboring? Dream on about peeping at me; there's no chance."
As she cleaned her wounds with clean water, Miao Qingqing immediately winced from the sharp pain.
She had been preoccupied with the pain in her foot just now, so she had ignored the pain on her body. Now that her foot wasn't hurting as much, these small wounds became very uncomfortable, especially since her clothes were dirty and, being wet, clung to her body, which was indescribably uncomfortable.
Then, she noticed another issue: her clothing was very thin. Normally, it wasn't see-through, but after soaking in the water, the cloth had already stuck to her body, revealing everything underneath.
"Oh my god... didn't I just let him see everything?" Miao Qingqing internally screamed, her face flushing red to her ears.
Miao Qingqing had considerable confidence in her appearance and figure, which she knew had a strong attraction for men. However, the fact that this guy had not been overcome by lust after seeing her like this was surprisingly astonishing to her.
"Maybe this guy isn't as bad as he seems on the surface, or he wouldn't have let me go earlier."
Miao Qingqing felt extremely shy, but her impression of Song Xiaodong seemed to have improved significantly in an instant.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Feeling as if she were being watched, Miao Qingqing turned her head and saw Song Xiaodong's face pressed against the windshield, peering in. She quickly hugged her chest with both hands.
"Come on, you're not even taking your clothes off, thumbs down." Song Xiaodong muttered to himself and walked away.
"You bastard! That's just shameful." Miao Qingqing's good impression of Song Xiaodong vanished instantly, and she cursed bitterly. Where was this peeking? He was staring outright—it was utterly shameless. Could anyone be more despicable than him?
While Miao Qingqing rinsed her wounds with mineral water, her eyes kept darting to the windshield, and that scoundrel, Song Xiaodong, sure enough, sneaked glances now and then, fueling her desire to beat him up severely.
"Ouch..." Small cuts, mostly from corn leaves, were found, and then she noticed a deep wound on the front of her thigh, uncertain what might have caused it, with her stockings already soaked with blood.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Song Xiaodong tapped on the car door and asked.
Miao Qingqing assumed Song Xiaodong was still peeping and said irritably, "I have a deep cut on my leg."
"Is that so? Let me help you with it," Song Xiaodong said, and he promptly pulled open the car door.
Miao Qingqing let out a soft cry, her hands instinctively hugging her chest.
"Hey, don't block, I've already seen what there is to see. If you weren't hurt, and you kept covering up like this, I would definitely not be polite, but right now I'm not interested—I'm afraid of getting blood on me."
As Song Xiaodong spoke, he looked towards Miao Qingqing's thigh, and she instinctively pulled her skirt closer to herself.
Song Xiaodong rolled his eyes at her, his hands going straight to Miao Qingqing's leg.
This time, Miao Qingqing was immensely embarrassed—it was her thigh he was touching, not like when he was working on her calf earlier.
With a flick of his fingers, Song Xiaodong then forcefully tore open the stockings on Miao Qingqing's leg, exposing the skin underneath.
"What are you doing?" Miao Qingqing suddenly cried out.
"Checking the wound, what else can I be doing?" Song Xiaodong gave Miao Qingqing another big eye roll and said, "Why do you have so many questions?"
Miao Qingqing was suddenly at a loss for words. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times but couldn't say anything. This guy's actions were too natural. After a long while, she snorted and said, "It seems you must have had plenty of experience pulling off girls' stockings."
Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, "You know that too? But I do indeed like this kind of thing."
"Shameless!" Miao Qingqing really wanted to kick this guy flying with one foot.
Song Xiaodong picked up a bottle of mineral water and poured it directly onto Miao Qingqing's thigh, washing off the bloodstains, then frowned and said, "The wound is quite big. It really needs to be treated, or it will definitely leave a scar."
"Ah? Really?" Miao Qingqing immediately became anxious. A girl cares a lot about her own skin, and in this area, if she wore a short skirt without stockings, it would definitely show, and that would be so ugly.
"But with me here, this little thing is easy to handle. I absolutely won't let a scar remain here."
As he spoke, Song Xiaodong reached around his waist, and there were already several silver needles in his hand.
Looking at the silver needles as long as her middle finger, Miao Qingqing instantly turned pale and stammered, "What are you going to do?"
"Of course, I'm treating your wound."
Song Xiaodong, holding Miao Qingqing's leg with his left hand to keep her from moving and holding the silver needles in his mouth with his right hand, leaving only one, waved his hand and the needle had already pierced Miao Qingqing's leg.
Miao Qingqing exclaimed in shock. It wasn't the pain of the needle going in that startled her but Song Xiaodong's abrupt action.
Song Xiaodong's hands moved with grace, and with a total of six silver needles, he had sutured the wound on Miao Qingqing's leg.
"There, you just have to stay still, and in three days, you can pull the silver needles out."
"I have to pull them out myself?" Miao Qingqing's eyes widened.
"If you're willing to let me do it, I'd be happy to," Song Xiaodong said leeringly as he glanced at Miao Qingqing's thigh.
"No need, no need, I'll do it myself," Miao Qingqing quickly retorted.
Song Xiaodong said, "Just so you know, you'll have to return these needles to me later on, they're quite expensive."
"Stingy, how about I just give you a hundred more in return?"
Song Xiaodong gave Miao Qingqing a look and said, "My silver needles are custom-made, you can't just buy them anywhere."
"Got it," Miao Qingqing rolled her eyes back at Song Xiaodong. At that moment, she felt that perhaps this guy wasn't so detestable after all. Although he appeared to be lecherous and his words were sleazy, he hadn't done anything concrete and wasn't really a hooligan.
"Mmm, this leg is really not bad."
Just as Miao Qingqing's impression of Song Xiaodong was starting to improve, he actually groped her leg, and that bit of good impression instantly vanished into thin air.
"A hooligan is a hooligan, even their solemn appearance is just a transient facade." Miao Qingqing finally came to a decisive judgement about Song Xiaodong.