We Should Put an End to Things

Everyone had looked over.

Shen Zhilie held onto her hand with his right hand.

It was the hand that had received 12 stitches.

Ye Qianqian shook her arm with all her might. Shen Zhilie let out a muted groan but continued to hold onto her arm without loosening his grip.

"Do you remember the female patient I mentioned to you a few days ago? It was her..."

"Let go." Ye Qianqian had calmed down, but her voice was icy cold.

Shen Zhilie felt even more anxious when he saw Ye Qianqian's behavior. The words, which he was on the verge of saying, seemed to be stuck in his throat like a fishbone. He could not seem to let them out. "Qianqian..."

"I told you to let go of me. Are you deaf?" Ye Qianqian hysterically yelled.

More and more onlookers began to gather around them.

Attracted over by the commotion, Lao Zhou squeezed through the crowd and immediately caught sight of Shen Zhilie tussling with Ye Qianqian.