"You're really not going to the hospital?"
"No need." Shu Juan pointed to the drawer of the TV cabinet: "There's a first aid kit inside."
Chuzheng took out the first aid kit, walked over to Shu Juan, and reached out to lift his shirt.
Shu Juan wouldn't let Chuzheng touch him: "I'll do it myself."
Chuzheng didn't care, opened the first aid kit for him, and sat down beside him, striking a boss-like pose, signaling him to start.
Shu Juan: "..." Isn't this his place?
Why does it feel like he's the guest here?!
Shu Juan took off his jacket. The wound was on his abdomen, likely caused by a knife or something similar, and it looked rather deep.
The location was a bit tricky to handle. Shu Juan worked on it for a while, and soon was covered in sweat.
He glanced to the side. The girl who brought him back was busy playing on her phone, looking uninterested.
Shu Juan gritted his teeth and hurriedly stopped the bleeding and bandaged the wound.
