In less than five minutes, Li Qiao took out a tray and various items for treating external injuries from the medical disinfectant cabinet.
She returned to Luoyu's side, hooked a rolling chair with the tip of her foot to sit down, and as she put on medical gloves, she reminded, "Take off your clothes."
From beginning to end, Li Qiao was as calm as someone not like a twenty-two-year-old girl.
Luoyu had a lot of questions in her mind, she hesitated for a few seconds, then, enduring the pain in her shoulder, slowly took off her coat.
Li Qiao took a disinfectant cotton swab and wiped off the blood on her shoulder, the wound was about two centimeters long and indeed had not been fatal.
At that moment, as Luoyu watched her seriously treat the wound, she cleared her throat, which was a bit hoarse, and asked, "Why did you take his phone?"
Li Qiao, tweezers in hand, multitasked and answered, "To prevent him from calling for backup."