Du Ziheng was full of frustration, glancing at Xia Qingqian lying on the bed, before snorting and heading out.
Du Ziheng sat on the chair in the corridor, placing the gift box beside him, grabbed the nurse's hand and asked, "Nurse sister, I won't be disfigured, right?" Beitang Yao was too heavy-handed, showed no mercy. Who knows how my handsome face looks now, can I still use it to pick up girls in the future?
The nurse took one look at Du Ziheng's sorry state, holding back laughter, said, "No problem, just go back and boil a few eggs to reduce the bruising."
"Ah? Go boil me a few eggs right now." Hearing there's hope, Du Ziheng quickly instructed.
The nurse was dumbfounded, looking at Du Ziheng for a while, initially wanted to ask on what grounds, but couldn't bring herself to say it.
