Your Heart Will Ache if I Die from Pain

Ever since she'd first received a scalpel from Mu Feichi, her medicine kit had grown and become filled with first aid equipment and medicines.

After cutting a fresh piece of gauze, she glanced at his wound. It wasn't small. Although it was still stitched up, the stitches had loosened and opened a bit. It needed rebandaging.

When facing such a disobedient patient, any doctor would have been angry.

Sitting on the chair with her head down and quietly dealing with his wound, she didn't say a word to him.

From disinfecting, applying medicine, and wrapping the wound, she completed every movement neatly and professionally, not at all like a novice who might tremble at seeing a bloody wound.

Seeing that she remained silent, Mu Feichi sighed and then raised his hand and rubbed her head. "Did I scare you?"

Yun Xi raised her head and gave him an angry glare.