Ouyang Nuannuan rolled her eyes at him irritably, then noticed blood dripping from his left hand. She jumped in shock and quickly grabbed his hand. "Your hand is bleeding, didn't you see? Shao Shuyang, aren't you a doctor? Can't you take care of it yourself?"
Shao Shuyang glanced down at his hand and didn't feel any pain.
"It's nothing, just got scratched in the fight earlier, it's all minor stuff."
Ouyang Nuannuan was furious, a long streak of blood marred the surface, and there seemed to be some splinters embedded in it. It must have happened during the fight, scratched against the edge of a flower bed where a row of roses were planted.
"Shao Shuyang, for a doctor, is an injured hand ever a minor issue? Do you even want to go to the hospital? Anyway, let's go get it checked at the hospital quickly."
Earlier, she watched them fight. If it continued, Shao Shuyang wouldn't be able to beat Wan Jinlun.
