Song Yu Sniffed His Body Twice. "You Are Smoking Again?"

"I have to warn you about this, don't simply touch the wound. There are plenty of bacteria on your hand, what if your wound was infected? You couldn't stand seeing a suture on your face and thought it had ruined your appearance, but if your wound is infected and become ulcerated, you should give up on having a decent look," said the nurse who did not have any other choice but to take some alcohol-soaked cotton balls to help her disinfect the wound again.

However, Mu Sisi did not give him any response, she took the mirror on the table again.

Just now, she put her attention on the suture only. This time, although the suture was still extremely disturbing, she forced herself to bear with it and observed it closely. Finally, she saw the sunken part that could be seen with the naked eye.

Mu Sisi went crazy. "Waah!" She burst into tears.