With the effect of the antidote, the situation was soon under control. The hospital arranged for the staff to deal with the aftermath and prepared nutritious meals. When the reporter came, he didn't take any pictures and went back bitterly.
A few minutes later, Tristan and Linch arrived at the dean's office.
Linch poured Tristan a cup of coffee. "Thank you for today."
Tristan removed the white gloves on his hands.
When the white gloves were removed, Linch's pupils shrunk and she stared at Tristan's hands. "What happened to your hands?"
On Tristan's hand, there were dense injuries, and some of the wounds were still a little suppurated!
Just now, when Tristan gave Yuri the needle in the ward, Linch still remembered clearly that Tristan had no injuries on his hands!
Tristan did not answer Linch's question. "Give me some medicinal alcohol."
Linch hurriedly took out the medicinal alcohol and went to search for a cotton swab.