After sending away the mother and child, Jing Xiangyang glanced at Mu Xingfeng’s hand. If he wasn’t mistaken, from the mont they ca in, it had been holding this little girl’s hand.
Looking at the girl, Jing Xiangyang’s gaze flickered repeatedly.
"Boss, why do you have ti to inspect my work today? Or are you just here to rub salt in my wound as a single dog?" He said, sowhat pointedly, looking at their tightly held hands.
This doctor An Ran was sowhat familiar, seeming to know Mu Xingfeng quite well.
He rembered that during military training, it was this doctor who helped her when she fainted from nstrual cramps.
The most morable thing was how this doctor was really verbose, repeating the precautions over and over.
Upon hearing Jing Xiangyang’s teasing words, even though An Ran and Mu Xingfeng were lawfully married, she still felt a bit embarrassed and withdrew her arm, attempting to break free from the man’s big hand.
But Mu Xingfeng completely ignored the teasing, pulling An Ran along.
"My wife got injured, and we’re here for a dressing change." He said, seating An Ran opposite Jing Xiangyang.
Jing Xiangyang raised an eyebrow. Wife? He never thought Mu Xingfeng would call a girl that.
A while ago, he heard that Mu Xingfeng had registered for marriage with a girl in Imperial City, but he didn’t expect it to be this girl.
Also, it made sense that the Cold-faced Yama Captain Mu had beco an instructor for a university freshman, which had already surprised them at the ti.
Even more surprising was that on the day military training ended, this man brought a girl to see the doctor for a girl’s illness.
He had known Mu Xingfeng for so long but had never seen a woman get close to him.
Now it seed to be true.
"Injured? The forehead?"
Although she was wearing a hat, Jing Xiangyang still caught sight of the bandage under An Ran’s hat.
"Boss, can you slow down with the PDA? Does this little injury on her forehead need you to co here?"
Others might not know, but he was well aware that Mu Xingfeng’s handling of external injuries was just as good as any professional guard.
Mu Xingfeng ignored him, helped An Ran remove her coat, and carefully lifted her sleeve, revealing the bandage.
Seeing it wasn’t a forehead wound, Jing Xiangyang picked up scissors to cut open the bandage. As he opened it, a rather terrifying wound was revealed.
A knife wound!
Even though the wound was already stitched up, Jing Xiangyang instantly recognized it was a knife wound, and quite deep too.
Jing Xiangyang glanced at Mu Xingfeng, whose face had darkened. He chose to remain silent and swiftly prepared disinfectant and dication to change An Ran’s dressing.
Looking at the centipede-like wound, An Ran felt like crying. This was on her arm’s forearm, not to ntion wearing skirts, you could see it even with short sleeves.
Jing Xiangyang, perhaps intentionally or not, while applying the dication, clicked his tongue and said, "Such a deep wound will likely leave a scar."
Sure enough, after hearing that, An Ran felt even more sorrowful, her eyes turning red.
Jing Xiangyang secretly laughed; this little girl was just as easy to tease as before.
Seeing his goal achieved, he continued, "However, it’s not all hopeless. I happen to have a classmate from M Country whose research institute produces so excellent scar-removing dication, said to be highly effective."
Originally, he thought that after saying this, the little girl would definitely ask him for the dication. Unexpectedly, after speaking, he saw the girl completely change to a calm expression.
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