Now they’re already with the doctor. That nurse is still at the door, occasionally glancing at Mu Xingfeng. Mu Xingfeng wouldn’t notice these things, but it doesn’t an she’s blind.
Asking Mu Xingfeng to hand over his ID and card to that woman ans his personal information would be viewed by her man too, that’s sothing she absolutely doesn’t want.
"Be good, I’ll stay with you. We can have soone else handle this."
Mu Xingfeng’s heart and eyes are focused solely on An Ran right now; he doesn’t want to leave her side for a mont.
"You go, I want you to go. Your ID mustn’t be shown to anyone else," the girl puffs her cheeks, commanding him. What couldn’t Mu Xingfeng understand? His girl is jealous.
"Alright, wait for . I’ll be right back."
Mu Xingfeng no longer argues. He swiftly runs to the paynt counter with the items.
It doesn’t take long for Mu Xingfeng to return with the necessary items. He hands the dicine and disposable tools to the doctor and helps An Ran take off her coat.
His tall figure bends as he unbuttons her coat. An Ran can clearly feel the man’s deep breaths. Seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead, she knows, despite his steady deanor, he must be very anxious.
Judging by his speed in fetching the dication and the sweat on his forehead, he must have run there and back.
"Tsss..."
The movent pulling at her sleeve tugged at the wound, causing An Ran to hiss in pain.
Mu Xingfeng furrows his eyebrows, his movents becoming even gentler.
An Ran is wearing a pink long-sleeved dress underneath, the sleeves made of light chiffon fabric. The bloodstains on the wound have already dried, but the sleeve is stuck to the wound.
Once the coat is removed, the doctor takes over the remaining steps.
The doctor first cuts open An Ran’s sleeve and then uses disinfectant to soak the areas where the fabric adheres to the wound, gently peeling it away, causing fresh blood to flow again.
Despite the careful movents, the pain brings tears streaming down An Ran’s face.
Yet, she silently bites her lip, not uttering a sound.
"Ranran, be good, don’t look."
Mu Xingfeng stands beside An Ran, pressing her head to his waist to block her view.
If he could, he would rather endure the pain for her.
Actually, An Ran really didn’t want to look, but she didn’t know where to place her eyes, and couldn’t help but sneak glances. However, every glimpse at the gory wound made her feel worse.
Hearing Mu Xingfeng’s words, she obediently leans against his waist, wrapping her other arm around him. Slling his familiar scent, indeed, the pain lessens considerably.
Cleaning the wound is the most painful part. Once it’s clean, the anesthetic and stitching hurt less. Before long, An Ran’s arm is fully bandaged.
The doctor then bandages her forehead.
Recalling the girl’s appearance when she first ca in, evidently caused by violence, the doctor dutifully asks, "Are there any other injuries? Do you need a check-up?"
Before An Ran could speak, Mu Xingfeng scoops her up, "Thank you, Doctor, there’s no need."
Saying this, he wraps his coat around An Ran and strides out holding her.
Any other injuries would naturally be tended to by him.
The doctor watches the man’s back, shaking his head with a smile.
"Doctor Feng, Doctor Feng, what happened just now? What’s the na of the gentleman who saved her?" At this mont, the nurse runs in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
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