Chapter 17

Philip doesn't know the specific things, but most of them are caused by that photo.

Edward looks back and looks grave.

"It may hurt a little. Please bear with it."

After handling, Edward said: "these two days, please rest and keep your feet away from water."

"Thank you."

"All right, don't be polite to me."

He finished, looked at Philip, and said in an unhappy voice, "where's Winson?"

Philip said, "it seems that he has gone back to my room."

Edward turns around and walks out with the treatment box on his back.

Winson's pov

Edward pushes the door in.

"Is the woman's wound finished?"

Edward walked over and casually put the diagnosis box on the table, "what should I do for her? Let her die."

"It's done, but... I really think it's better not to deal with it and let her die early."

Edward sat on the table sideways, staring at Winson sitting in the chair in front of the table, "give me your hand."