The doctor spoke urgently, full of tension.
"Get out! Now." Fu Nancheng raised his eyes to look at him, a trace of impatience in his gaze.
The doctor felt as if an ice pick had fallen on him, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
He had never seen such a terrifying man, like a Shura walking out of hell, full of ominous and chilling coldness, horrifying and fearsome.
Seeing the atmosphere in the room was off, Qiao Mo quickly stepped forward to take the items from the doctor's hands: "Let me do it, can you tell me how to handle it?"
With Qiao Mo mediating, the doctor clearly felt the atmosphere relax a lot.
He immediately explained it carefully to Qiao Mo, and then left the ward uneasily.
After the doctor left, only she and Fu Nancheng were left in the room.
She glanced at him, said nothing, and imitated the doctor's manner to stand in front of him and began to treat his wound.
