High fever, mild concussion

The pretty doctor looked up at her.

He immediately recognized her as the rumored daughter of the Shi financial magnate. At this moment, apart from her pale face, she was indeed as exquisite as described on the internet ...

"You ..." The pretty doctor was a little hesitant.

Shi qinglan looked a little tired. I'm from the Imperial University Medical School. It shouldn't be a problem for me to treat these wounds.

She was a little tired and didn't want to explain the Medical Research Institute, so she came up with the reason that didn't need an explanation.

The pretty doctor shook her head. I know that. I'm not worried about that. I just saw that you didn't look too good ...

"I'm fine," she said. Shi qinglan muttered.

As she spoke, she skillfully picked up the tweezer and sat by Shi Qing 'an's bed, frowning as she looked at the terrible wound.

The girl lowered her eyes and said softly, " brother, bear with it.