Let Mo Shangjun rest in the office, while Song Xiuliang circled around outside, and when he came back, he had alcohol and bandages in his hands.
Being a psychiatrist having to treat a patient's minor injury, Song Xiuliang sighed to himself about how he seemed to be encroaching on someone else's job, but also couldn't help but feel grateful for his willingness over the years to expand into other fields beyond his own expertise.
"I'll do it myself."
Seeing what Song Xiuliang brought, Mo Shangjun said directly.
Such a minor injury, she could just handle it casually.
Song Xiuliang: "..."
Then, what's the point of him being here?
"So you climbed four floors up here just to have me bring you this?"
When Song Xiuliang handed the items to Mo Shangjun, there was an obvious "you're crazy" expression on his face.
Mo Shangjun lowered her eyes and said, "No."
