"Alright, that's enough, everyone," Doctor Tan told the onlookers, "Disperse, back to your wards."
Once most people had left, he turned back to look at Ye Wanting.
The young girl was terrified, her neat ponytail was pulled loose, there were a few spots of blood on her scalp, and her hands were scratched.
It's fortunate that it was winter and she was wearing long sleeves and pants; if it were summer, she'd be bruised all over.
Doctor Tan sighed, "I'm on duty tonight. Come to my office, and I'll treat your wounds."
Ye Wanting instinctively stepped back.
She felt very unsafe at this moment.
Her mind wasn't processing, relying entirely on instinct. Only when her back hit the wall did she realize, and she hastily glanced at Doctor Tan, "I'd rather not trouble you."
"Don't mention trouble, I saw it happen, I can't just ignore it."
