The doctor pushed up his glasses and scrutinized Wen Tang's injuries for a moment.
There was some purplish bruising at the corners of her mouth and some slap marks on her face.
Visually, the injuries didn't seem serious.
Then, tapping away at the keyboard, he said while entering information, "It's just a minor soft tissue contusion, no need to worry too much. I'll prescribe some topical and oral medications. Rest well and avoid spicy and irritating foods, and you should recover in about a week."
Pei Heyan stood nearby, his brows still etched with concern.
He turned to the doctor, his tone firm and decisive, "But there seems to be some swelling at the corner of her mouth, could it affect the nerves or bones? I think at the very least a thorough examination should be done, like an X-ray, just to be absolutely sure."
Upon hearing this, Wen Tang gently tugged at Pei Heyan's sleeve, signaling him to calm down.
