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The nurse was still cleaning his wound, applying fresh medicine, and rebandaging it.
Mu Wanqing sat nearby, seeing his abdominal injury clearly for the first time.
Stitches traced both sides of his abdomen, looking shockingly gruesome.
After the earlier ordeal, the wound had begun to seep blood again.
She wasn't a professional, so she couldn't discern much. Watching the nurse start bandaging, she nervously asked, "Is this okay? Doesn't the wound need to be re-stitched?"
The nurse's tone carried a hint of oddness as she explained, "The wound has already been re-stitched. If we do it again, the tissue will rot."
"..."
The nurse glanced at her, taking in her beauty, and suddenly understood why the patient couldn't forget her.
"You family members need to cooperate as well. Otherwise, even the most skilled doctors can't perform miracles."
The remark made Mu Wanqing's face flush with embarrassment. She pursed her lips awkwardly and murmured an apology, "I'll be more careful."