As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the man’s aura turn cold, and the temperature in the car seed to drop by two degrees.
An Ran silently reached out her small hand and raised the heater’s temperature by two degrees. I better shut up, she thought.
Mu Xingfeng didn’t speak either, or rather, he didn’t know what to say.
No words could smooth over the pain on his girl’s body, and no words could extinguish his rage.
The car drove all the way to the hospital. Seeing the bustling ergency room late at night, An Ran blinked her big eyes at Mu Xingfeng, "Mu Xingfeng, my injuries aren’t severe, just flesh wounds. Why don’t we go ho, and you can treat them?"
"No way," Mu Xingfeng replied without thinking. After getting out of the car, he walked over to the passenger side, opened the door, and looked at the little girl who was still examining the hospital. "Are you afraid of coming to the hospital?"
An Ran’s body stiffened slightly, and to prove she wasn’t scared, she sat up straight again. "How could I be? I’m going to be a doctor in the future. How could I be afraid of going to the hospital?"
But being a doctor is about treating others. Now, having a doctor treat her, the pain was her own. How could it be the sa?
Mu Xingfeng didn’t expose her lie, gently picking her up, "Let’s go. The wound on your arm needs disinfecting, and that’s not sothing we can do at ho."
From the first glance, he had already assessed her injuries. Seeing that she could still move relatively freely, he knew her bones were fine, but the cut on her arm was deep and might need stitches. Ho treatnt was clearly inadequate.
Plus, the wound had already been contaminated, and improper treatnt would easily lead to an infection.
Mu Xingfeng carried An Ran to a nearby hospital. When they appeared in the ergency hall, two escort nurses imdiately ca forward with a gurney.
Apparently, in their eyes, this gentleman had saved an injured little girl.
Noticing the man’s serious expression and the way he held the girl, they suspected the girl’s injuries weren’t minor.
The dical facilities here obviously weren’t as good as Nan’an Hospital. Mu Xingfeng glanced disdainfully at the gurney and continued carrying An Ran straight to the surgical ergency room.
The ergency doctor, a man in his thirties, briefly asked about the situation and then took a look at An Ran’s arm injury.
"The wound needs stitching. Have you registered? If not, you need to register, pay the fee, and then co back for the stitches."
The doctor said while filling out the forms.
"Doesn’t the hospital provide an agent service?" He didn’t want to leave An Ran there alone.
"The agent service is mostly available during the day. It’s too late now, and this is the ergency room, so that service isn’t available," the doctor kindly explained.
At this mont, the escort nurse at the door’s eyes lit up, "Sir, I can help you."
She had noticed him the mont he walked in. She had seen countless patients, but never one this handso. The way he held the girl was so manly, brimming with boyfriend potential.
Hearing that the man wanted an agent, she was more than happy to help the handso guy out.
Mu Xingfeng glanced at the escort nurse, took out his wallet, and pulled out his ID and card, intending to hand them to her.
An Ran quickly grabbed his hand, "Mu Xingfeng, you go. I’ll wait here. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."
Yeah right, An Ran thought. Others might not notice, but she felt the overly enthusiastic welco the mont she walked in. She wasn’t naive enough to believe it was because of the hospital’s improved service quality.
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