Qiao Mo applied a slight force and imdiately felt the wound tear at the shirt, her heart tightened, and her hands shook a little.
Yet he still showed no reaction, as if he felt nothing, silently watching her.
Qiao Mo swallowed, looked up at him, and once again fell into those deep eyes, she nervously asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
He said nothing, staring directly into her eyes, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Without a response, Qiao Mo looked at the wound on the chest again, then turned to the doctor beside her, looking at him for help.
The doctor snapped back to reality and imdiately handed her so alcohol cotton balls: "Use these, but it will hurt."
Qiao Mo took the alcohol cotton balls, but before touching his wound, her own tears almost fell from the pain.
She had gripped the dagger earlier, and her hand was cut not lightly, and now the alcohol stung fiercely.
Still, she did not delay, gently wiped the chest area, gradually freeing the shirt from the wound, Qiao Mo did not hesitate any longer, swiftly taking off his shirt, then turned to look at the doctor.
The doctor wiped his sweat and quickly stepped forward.
Qiao Mo retreated to one side, but her gaze inevitably fell on his chest.
There was a knife wound, not large, but its depth was unclear.
Even so, it was especially glaring on his solid and firm chest.
The doctor imdiately began to examine him, but as soon as he started, the atmosphere around the man instantly turned cold, his dark eyes almost pierced holes into the doctor.
The doctor checked the wound under great pressure, wanting to take Fu Nancheng to the operating room to use equipnt for a thorough examination.
But he lacked the courage, so he had an assistant bring so simple equipnt, carefully checked it, and finally relaxed a bit after confirming the dagger tip had not touched the heart.
Next, the doctor began to treat the wound, planning to apply so dicine and bandage it.
But since he had been standing and under the icy gaze of the doctor in front of him, he was extrely nervous, and his hand trembled, exerting more force than intended.
Fu Nancheng frowned slightly, watching this, and Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, she held her breath watching the doctor, fearing he might press even harder.
Yet, the more they watched, the more nervous the doctor beca, with large beads of sweat dropping down his forehead, his hand accustod to surgical knives now trembling incessantly.
The more nervous he got, the more errors he made, with a careless slip, the wound that had stopped bleeding began to drip again due to his tweezers.
The doctor’s face turned pale, he imdiately raised a hand to wipe sweat, but upon moving, his numb arm seed to malfunction, dropping the dicine and tweezers to the ground.
Fu Nancheng’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze cold: "Leave."
"Mr. Fu... I... I..." The doctor was deeply nervous, despite his status as an expert professor, he was terrified now. Fearful that at Fu Nancheng’s re word, he’d lose his job.
Thus, he dared not leave just like that, fearing that being fired due to this nervousness would leave him with nowhere to cry.
"Mr. Fu... I didn’t an it, I was just too nervous, please give another chance, just one more chance, I promise I will treat your wound well."
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