"No need for a sedative," he said indifferently.
"Then I'll apply some medicine to her wounds first. The external injuries aren't serious, but she should rest for a few days. As for emotional stress, it depends on the individual's tolerance."
"I'll do it," he stepped forward, taking the medicine in the doctor's surprise, "You can leave. I'll call you if needed."
After confirming that he was not questioning his professional capabilities, the doctor nodded and left.
Gu Annan lifted the quilt again and saw that her hand was still clutching the hem of the shirt tightly.
"Let go of your hand. I'm going to apply the medicine."
Lu Wanwan slowly loosened her grip, turned her head away, and buried her face in the pillow.
She bit her lip hard, eyes still open.
She was rushing to find out if she had been violated.
He had rescued her in time, merely because her body had been touched, injured, and he needed a woman who seemed perfect.
As for how she felt inside, it seemed unimportant.
