In the hospital.
After Sheng Chuyi finished applying medicine, he saw Shen Zhaozhao chatting enthusiastically with a guy.
He couldn't help but cough lightly, a reminder for someone.
Shen Zhaozhao immediately turned around upon hearing the noise, and when she saw him coming out, she hurriedly ran towards him, "Yiyi? Is your hand treated properly? What did the doctor say?"
"It's fine, the doctor said the cold water was timely, the injury isn't too severe, just need to apply some medicine when we get back," Sheng Chuyi said.
"It won't leave a scar, will it?" Shen Zhaozhao was still very worried.
"No, and I'm a guy, even if it leaves a scar it doesn't matter," Sheng Chuyi's voice was gentle.
"Who says it doesn't matter. Your hands are so handsome, I would be heartbroken if they got scarred," she said, glaring at a certain culprit again.
The latter touched his nose, looking guilty.