47 This Is Not Scientific

"What do you want?"

Su Yuan snorted, what else could she do? "Remove the stitches!"

Under Mo Ting's gaze, Cui Feng did not dare to argue. He obediently went out to get Su Yuan's things.

Her movements were very skilled as she removed the stitches and cleaned the wound in one go.

As he looked at Mo Ting's wound, Cui Feng's expression turned uglier and uglier. The originally closed wound had split open and the entire wound was a bloody mess. One could even see the bones.

Even Fu Wen, who was used to bloody scenes, turned his head and did not dare to look.

But, Mo Ting acted like nothing had happened, it was as if the injured leg did not belong to him.

"Uncle, I'm going to apply the medicinal powder on your wound. You'll be in pain for 12 hours. It's not too late to regret it now." Su Yuan said indifferently.

Before Mo Ting could respond, Cui Feng grabbed onto Su Yuan's wrist. "What do you want?"