Fan Xian was lying on the bed with a haggard look on his face. As soon as he heard her words, he rejected her proposal immediately. This was partially due to the fact that he wasn't confident in her stitching proficiency, and he didn't want his soft, gentle and weak sister to see a gaping cavity in his chest and then actually touch it.
"Wan'er, you should leave." Fan Xian, with a dry voice, continued by saying, "Bring my little sister, as well."
Wan'er did not say anything. She just shook her head lightly. Fan Ruoruo, however, insisted by saying, "My hands are the most steady."
Hearing Lady Fan say something in such confidence, everyone in the room, the Third Bureau leader included, was surprised.
