Zheng Yunhao kissed her head heavily, "It's not your problem, those people are just too bad."
Bai Yiran leaned on Zheng Yunhao's shoulder, "You think, Jiujiu is okay, right?"
"She's fine."
"How can you answer so quickly, can't you think it over properly? You seem very perfunctory to me."
Zheng Yunhao laughed, "Although I'd like to think about it, doing so would make me look unprofessional. Don't forget I'm a doctor."
Bai Yiran, "..."
Zheng Yunhao touched her head, "Change your clothes and then take some painkillers. Have a good sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, 'it won't hurt anymore."
"Okay." Bai Yiran started to reveal her true colors, "My hand is inconvenient, Ah Hao, help me take it off."
Zheng Yunhao took off her coat, and then expressionlessly took off her shirt, leaving her in just a small bra. He then took a hospital gown and put it on her.
Bai Yiran frowned, "Is the wound on my back so ugly that you don't even react? At home, you are not like this!"
