The aunties who had supported Wang Hong over left after bringing her to the clinic.
They had their own matters to attend to.
"Yang Zi... Auntie's foot really hurts," Wang Hong, who was lying on the bed, couldn't bear the pain of the wound any longer and started to make noise.
Chen Yang looked at the wound, then at the ashen-faced Wang Hong and said, "Aunt Wang, please bear with it a little. The glass shards have pierced the blood vessels in your sole, you've lost a lot of blood, and any tension or movement could cause even more bleeding!"
Upon hearing that stress could lead to more bleeding, cold sweat immediately appeared on Wang Hong's face, and her expression became panicked.
However, despite this, she did not cry out again.
"Chen Yang bro, I've brought everything you asked for."
At this moment, the girl who had gone to fetch the tools came over with a large pile of items and also brought a basin of clean water.
