It was clear that this was no ordinary injury.
Chu Jin's pupils contracted slightly—no wonder she smelled a strong scent of blood upon entering the room.
It had to be said that this person's willpower was truly strong.
Despite such a severe injury, he didn't make a sound, and just now, he had even stepped in to save her.
But how could an ordinary person sustain such injuries?
Sitting down on a stool, Song Shiqin spoke in a deep voice, "These injuries are beyond the capability of an ordinary military doctor to treat, I'm troubling you." His voice, as usual, was as if the injured person was not him.
Chu Jin got up without asking about the origin of his injuries and went directly behind him to stand. Then, she opened her medical kit, put on rubber gloves, took out the Golden Needle, and sealed his major acupoints, successfully stopping the bleeding.
"It might hurt a bit, bear with it," she said softly.
"Mmm," Song Shiqin let out a syllable from the depths of his throat.