"Oh no, why is it bad? There's no bleeding, right?" A group of concerned bystanders heard He Xiangyu's words and started discussing enthusiastically.
Tao Zhijie sighed quietly.
Not all the juniors are as mature, composed, and skilled as Junior Xie Wanying when it comes to speaking and working as a doctor, with exceptional professional quality, sparing him any worries.
In such situations, as a doctor, one should remain calm and avoid speaking hastily to incite panic.
After speaking, He Xiangyu closed her mouth.
Earlier, Tao Zhijie glanced at her with a look that almost demanded she stand on the podium being publicly reprimanded with a Teaching Whip.
Daring not to speak further, He Xiangyu could only mutter in her heart: Junior Xie says this Buddha is a good teacher. The problem is this "good" teacher is extremely fierce every time he deals with her, making her both angry and wanting to cry.
"Why is it bad?" The people around asked the doctor.
