Xie Wanying could see Doctor Song reflecting, thinking to herself: Ah, maybe it's better to let Doctor Song just say it straight. After all, the atmosphere right now is a bit tense.
The problem now is, who draws the blood hematoma.
Actually, this procedure isn't difficult. If it were an average patient, it might be a good practice for a more skilled medical student or a resident.
Xie Wanying thought of this and asked, "Class monitor, will you draw it for me?"
Standing outside the door, Yue Wentong froze upon hearing this. The other classmates quickly patted the class monitor's back to calm him down, preventing him from fainting from shock.
"Junior Sister, you really—" Shim Youhuan couldn't help but laugh, pointing a finger at her. In reality, everyone around was about to laugh.
The overly serious atmosphere in the room immediately dissipated.
Cao Yong's mouth couldn't help but lift slightly. He touched her hair, and his eyes fell solemnly on her injured area.
