In the medical room, Long Yutian sat on the hospital bed, while Yeh Feili carefully helped him peel off the gauze... The bandage that had just been changed was already soaked through with fresh blood. When the bandage was removed, the stitches on the wound had all ripped open, and blood was still pouring out...
Yeh Feili frowned slightly, thinking that with a wound like the one on his abdomen, one should normally be bedridden to prevent movement from tearing the stitches. But he, on the other hand, forcibly ripped all the stitches apart, one could only imagine how painful that must have been...
"Are you that desperate? Would you die from doing it one less time?" Yeh Feili complained with sympathy.
"Cut the crap, stitch me up and get lost!"
