Wrong Medicine

Xie Jiuhan did not say anything. He pulled the dagger out of the ground obediently and wiped it with a tissue before throwing it into the trash can. Standing by the bed, the man leaned down and placed his hands on the bed. "Do you need me to help you wash up?"

Feng Qing did not turn to look at him. She did not speak to the man nor did she have any physical movements. It meant that she agreed when he saw that she did not say no. The man scooped Feng Qing into his arms and brought her into the bathroom.

Feng Qing stood in front of the dressing mirror and pulled her neck to look at it carefully. She realized that she was like a hanging ghost, so she decided to make some external medicine for herself. After all, she was the real miracle doctor. This injury was nothing to her.