138 Poke!

The doctor assigned to the concert was very young indeed. He had never received an old patient like Boss Shao himself. The situation had taken all the words out of his mouth.

Ling Ran just wiped his hands with the remaining half bottle of alcohol gel. He wrapped one of his arms around Boss Shao while he placed his other hand on Boss Shao's neck. It would help him get Boss Shao to sit straight, and he could also get into position to perform barehanded bleeding control.

Boss Shao used all his strength to take a step forward. Because of that, Ling Ran could only put him before the window.

It allowed Boss Shao to see the lively crowd, the hot dancers, and the colorful lights below him.

"Nice," Boss Shao muttered with a quivering voice. The bleeding on his head gradually stopped.

The young doctor who was assigned to the concert was astounded.