"Ah, forget it. I'll just treat your injuries first," Chen Fei sighed, too lazy to dwell on the matter any longer.
"Treat my injuries? Didn't that person already take care of them?" Zhao Xin asked, puzzled.
"That guy probably wasn't sharp enough to notice you were also poisoned. If we leave it, the wound on your waist will definitely start to rot by morning," Chen Fei said calmly. He paused, then added, "Also, the acupoints I need to needle are all on your back. In other words, you'll have to take off your top."
"No way!" Zhao Xin's face flushed as she flatly refused.
"Come on, the sick can't be choosy about their doctors. This isn't the time to be throwing a tantrum..." Hearing her refusal, Chen Fei just smiled before suddenly ripping her top, exposing her fair back.
"What are you doing?!" Zhao Xin was stunned. She never expected Chen Fei to be so bold as to tear her clothes right in front of her, especially while she was conscious.
