"Ah— Mo Nanjue, you really can't touch me!" Tong Ran quickly turned her body to the side, using her hand to protect herself in a defensive posture, "Because Chen An said that my arm was just stitched up and absolutely cannot be bumped or shaken!"
She was taking a gamble... although her chances of winning were very low.
"What?" The man, who was continuing his plundering actions, paused upon hearing this, raised his head to look at her, "Did Chen An really say that?"
Tong Ran hurriedly nodded repeatedly, while speaking she looked at her left hand with some annoyance, "Yes, he told me last night to inform you that if we don't comply, the wound could split open, and the stitches could unravel... Really, I'm not lying to you!"
Mo Nanjue's handsome eyes narrowed, glanced at her left hand hanging beside the bed, cursed under his breath, damn!
Damn Chen An, if his skills aren't up to par, why the hell is he still practicing medicine?!
What, split open?! Unravel?!
