Finally, Mu Xingfeng turned around, allowing the doctor to change his bandages.
An Ran stepped forward as well, wanting to see his wound. Although it seemed like his movements weren't restricted, not seeing it made her uneasy.
As the wrapped bandage gradually came off, bright red blood seeped through the gauze. Dean Chen frowned deeply, and once the last bandage was removed, sure enough, the wound had opened up.
An Ran was a medical student, with a focus on surgery. Even without Dean Chen saying anything, she knew what was happening with Mu Xingfeng's wound.
Her heart was filled with self-reproach and annoyance.
What was she doing? Wasn't she here to take care of him? How could she have taken care of him so poorly that his wound reopened?
Looking at the ragged wound, her vision blurred along with it.
She had clearly heard his muffled expression of pain just now, yet heartlessly only handed him a spoon.
