"Don't get the wound wet for the next few days after you get back."
"Oh."
Fu Chenshang took a deep breath. He had intended to hold back, but in the end, he couldn't resist saying, "Song Anjiu, I really suspect you're a level nine life disability! How did you even grow up?"
Anjiu, indifferent as a pig to scalding water, pulled on her pants and then answered leisurely, "It must be a miracle!"
Anyway, no one cared in the end, not even she herself.
Upon opening the door, the doctor who had been sent out was clearly eavesdropping, with his ear almost stuck to it. He nearly stumbled in when the door suddenly opened. He gave a dry laugh, scratching his head, "Mr. Fu, do you need any more help?"
Song Anjiu glanced at her pants. Even the torn spot had been sewn up by him. What else did she need help with?
"No, thank you." Anjiu answered for Fu Chenshang.
"No problem, no problem." The doctor said, stealing glances at Anjiu all the while.
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