Wan Jinlun walked out, but Feng Shiyan was still not at ease, "Doctor, has that shameless scoundrel left?"
Dr. Huang smiled, "He's already out, the door is locked. Let me take a look."
Upon inspection, Dr. Huang frowned, "I had just bandaged you up, but now it's bleeding again. Stay put and don't move, I'll bring something over. Young lady, be careful, otherwise, it'll scar and not look good."
Feng Shiyan naturally didn't want scars; every girl loves beauty.
Dr. Huang went out, and Wan Jinlun came in, seeing that Feng Shiyan's wound was bleeding.
He frowned, "You..."
Hearing his voice, Feng Shiyan was terrified, quickly pulling up the blanket.
"Pervert, get out... get out..."
"Alright, I'm going out, don't get agitated."
Wan Jinlun was afraid she'd worsen the wound, which would make him even more culpable.
Feng Shiyan clutched the blanket; if she had a knife in her hand, she feared she wouldn't be able to resist stabbing that lecher.
