"Qianqian, it might hurt a bit, try and bear it," Bai Jingqing said.
Bai Qianqian softly responded.
"Qianqian." Gu Qingxin nervously held her hand.
"Qingxin, I'm fine. You should sit down, don't stand anymore." Despite being injured, Bai Qianqian was still worried about Gu Qingxin's injury.
"Hold my hand. If it gets too painful, just squeeze it tighter." Gu Qingxin was not willing to leave.
Beiming Han felt distressed, but he couldn't do anything. He was aware of how close their bond was.
"Doctor, the anesthesia." A nurse handed over a small injection.
"Qianqian, bear with it, it will only hurt for a moment." Bai Jingqing administered the anesthesia to her.
The anesthesia swiftly took effect, and Bai Jingqing began to suture her wound.
Ye Yingsu and Huangfu Ye stood aside, their hearts heavy with guilt.
The suturing process took five stitches on Bai Qianqian's forehead; with each stitch, it felt as if Bai Jingqing's own heart was being sewn.
