After taking care of the wound, Zhao Yumo slumped onto the ground as if she had just experienced a struggle that exhausted all her energy.
She worriedly looked at Yun Xi's shoulder. "Yun Xi, your wound is so terrible. You..."
"It's okay. Don't worry about me," Yun Xi said, consoling her friend. The tingling pain from her her shoulder turned her lips white, and she looked like she had lost half of her strength.
"The wound and blood look so terrible. Why did you even think of becoming a doctor? You even have to face life and death at all times."
"Actually, I want to be a forensic doctor."
Yun Xi chuckled lightly, then took a deep breath of the cold air. The anaesthetic gradually took effect, and the pain on her shoulders began to disappear.