In the ward, Ning Yiyuan raised an eyebrow at Mo Chu. Are you deliberately creating an opportunity for Song Qingsong and Mo Yang?
Of course!
Mo Chu's lips curled up in response. She turned around and handed the ointment over to Song Qingsong. "Almighty Song, I'll leave this task to you. I'll be leaving first."
After saying that, she ran out like a wisp of smoke. She did not give Song Qingsong a chance to refuse at all.
She even closed the door after she was done.
Song Qingsong was the only one left, looking down at the ointment that was forced into his hand. His expression was a little complicated...
"How about this, I'll hold these needles first." After a few seconds of silence, Ning Yiyuan suddenly said, "Take off Mo Yang's hospital gown."
Mo Yang's wounds were mainly concentrated on his abdomen and thighs. In order to prevent lacerations and apply the ointment smoothly, it was best to take off his clothes.