Yan Huan listened to Cheng Yue's instructions, helping to press down the old man's leg.
"Sir, I've looked at your wound. Although it's very deep, it hasn't affected the blood vessels or nerves, so it's nothing serious. I'll first give you an anesthetic to reduce your pain, then I'll stitch you up! Finally, I'll give you a tetanus shot, and you'll be fine!" Cheng Yue spoke while skillfully taking out a syringe and medication from the medical kit, preparing for the injection.
"Okay. I'll leave it to you, then." The old man said.
Yan Huan didn't dare to look at the old man's wound, so she focused her gaze on Cheng Yue.
This was the first time Yan Huan saw Cheng Yue at work. He looked extremely serious, eyes unblinking as he focused on the wound, with slender, even fingers holding the surgical forceps, stitching the wound proficiently.
Once he got into work mode, he seemed to enter a completely selfless state.
