Fu Shilv's chest rose and fell, glancing at Sheng Youxia's reaction.
But she suddenly grasped his collar and yanked his shirt down over his shoulders.
The blow had been dealt directly in front of him, head-on without any treatment. It swelled to the thickness of several fingers, and the bruise seemed ready to burst through the skin.
"Fu Shilv, you're a doctor, so why do you always neglect to treat your injuries promptly?"
Because he knew it was not serious, and no bones had been broken.
"It will subside in a couple of days."
"It could become inflamed," Sheng Youxia stressed.
"Then you help me with it."
Aren't there specialized departments for this at the hospital? What had he been doing earlier?
"I don't how; you'll just have to endure it," Sheng Youxia pulled his shirt back up.