"Really?"
"Yes, look, the blood vessels are already starting to seep through. This isn't good for your recovery," the doctor said with a smirk.
Ou Mucen, seeing this, finally felt a bit embarrassed. He turned his head away and kept silent, waiting for the doctor to change his dressing and clean his wound.
That damn woman!
Soon, the wound was rebandaged, and Ou Mucen took out a small chip card: "Takahashi, this is your phone card. I've had my subordinate deposit one million yen into your account, aside from my medical expenses, the rest is for buying your phone."
One million?
The young doctor was baffled by the small chip card: "Mr. Ou, you're paying me one million for my phone?"
Ou Mucen nodded, "Takahashi, I don't like things I've used to end up in others' hands, so, although the phone is yours, from the moment you gave it to me, it was no longer yours."