"Ye Chen, you've already been shot, you should hurry to the hospital for treatment," said Ning Yuxi, her face deathly pale, and with an anxious expression, she grasped Ye Chen's arm and started to lead him outside.
"Yuxi, it's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious," Ye Chen said helplessly.
He was a doctor, and there was no one in Zhonghai City qualified to treat him.
"Your clothes are drenched in blood, and you say it's nothing serious?"
Ning Yuxi reproached him.
Ye Chen knew that without letting Ning Yuxi look at his wound, she wouldn't stop, so he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the injury for them to see.
"I've already pressed down on the acupoints around the wound, look, it's no longer bleeding. I was born with a strong physique; such a minor wound will heal quickly," Ye Chen said indifferently.
Ning Yuxi and the other two stared at the wound that had already stopped bleeding, shocked.