Chen Qingtian was lost in thought when a piece of clothing fell on her shoulder.
It was her coat.
"Put on your coat. There's a big temperature difference in Beijing during autumn mornings and evenings; it'll get cold in a while. Don't let your wound get wet when you shower tonight, and don't scratch it if it scabs over, …"
Han Jingwen had said quite a bit before he realized the young girl was still looking dazed.
He couldn't help but feel surprised; the young girls these days are usually so delicate. But this one, she moved such heavy laboratory equipment without uttering a word, and she had such a long cut on her arm, she acted as if she hadn't even noticed.
Even during the process of applying medicine, her facial expression didn't change at all.
Her situation could only mean one of two things: either she was truly insensitive to pain, or... she was used to it.
