"Why should I leave? Only you and I know what happened today. Do you really think you'd be dumb enough to tell your brother everything?" Song Yun looked at Shen Yan with contempt. "Turn over; let me take a good look at your wounds."
Shen Yan tried his best to turn over, but instead, he aggravated some small cuts on his body. Wounds that had stopped bleeding began to bleed profusely again, and he turned into a bloody mess.
Song Yun sighed, reached out with both hands, and roughly turned him over. The movement caused Shen Yan so much pain he almost passed out. "Damn it, go easy, will you? I don't want to end up dead at my own doctor's hands."
"Cut the crap, I'm already being merciful by agreeing to treat you. What more do you want? By the way, why didn't you go to the hospital with such serious injuries instead of asking me to come over?" Song Yun asked while pulling off the blood-stained clothes stuck to the wounds.
