"...Really?"
"Really." The man casually made things up, yet every word seemed extremely sincere, "I audited some medical courses at the university, so I'm quite confident in handling external injuries."
In Xiaye's heart, the name Li Yuntang was almost synonymous with omnipotence.
She blinked suspiciously, reluctantly accepted his explanation, and ran to the living room to fetch the first aid kit.
When she took out the gauze, she noticed that the tablets from a box of antipyretic medication were scattered everywhere as if they had been roughly handled.
She took it out separately, worried it might contaminate the gauze, "Younger Uncle, was this box of medicine already like this before?"
Facing the evidence left from last night, Li Yuntang was unusually hesitant for a moment.
He gave Xiaye a meaningful glance, his gaze lingering slightly on her slightly swollen lips, his tone indifferent and very aloof, "Yes."
