Reconstructive Surgery

An abrupt pain struck the back of Shen Xi's hand too, and she nearly dropped her beverage to the ground. Li Yuan managed to quickly prop her back up. 

"Are you okay?" Li Yuan gazed at her worriedly. 

Shen Xi shook her head while drawing in a sharp gasp at Fu Qingxuan's bleeding hand. As if sharing the pain, she uttered, "It hurts just to watch." 

With Fu Qingxuan heaving at the same time, the duo appeared identical in both reflex and reaction. He turned to look at Li Yuan and Shen Xi before wheeling himself out of there. 

"Let me bandage that up before you go," Jin Yu cried. 

"It's fine." Fu Qingxuan's tone was cold. Without looking back at anyone at all, he forged ahead with his wheelchair. 

The stumped Jin Yu looked at Shen Xi, hoping she could say something to bring him around. 

Getting the message, Shen Xi cleared her throat. "I'll dress your wound. There's rust on the hammer. You should get a tetanus shot at the hospital too."