Hearing Liu Chen's words, Ma Yizhu felt a bit embarrassed. How did he know she also had injuries?
Liu Chen had noticed her odd way of walking since the moment she got out of the car.
As he was about to bandage the wound on Ma Yizhu's back, she still felt a bit hesitant.
She said to Liu Chen, "At this time, no one will come in, right?"
"Don't worry, there's no one around. Not a soul within five hundred meters. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come."
Upon hearing this, Ma Yizhu glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense, focus on treating the wound."
Liu Chen sat behind her and indeed found a wound with some sand-like substance inside, likely from the explosion entering her body.
"Hurry up."
Ma Yizhu urged.
"About your wound..."
"Aren't you a doctor? Don't tell me you can't handle such a minor wound!" Ma Yizhu's tone was unquestionable, more like an order.
It made Liu Chen uncomfortable, and he said, "Without tools, what can I do?"
