Listening to the whispers of the little nurses, Han Xi didn't take it to heart and pushed the door to enter the office.
"Mr. Lu, please sit down for a moment." Han Xi said as she took the medical kit from the cabinet.
"Mm, alright."
Han Xi placed the medical kit on the ground and squatted by the sofa, signaling Lu Jinghan with her eyes to lift his clothing.
Lu Jinghan understood, and with his slender, beautiful hand, pulled up the edge of his sweater, supporting himself on the sofa with his other hand at a forty-five degree angle.
Han Xi carefully removed the bandage covering his wound and began applying medicine skillfully: "Mr. Lu, your wound hasn't fully healed, so you shouldn't be drinking alcohol."
Seeing him at the restaurant last night and noticing the faint scent of alcohol on him, Han Xi said it without thinking.
"Alright, I understand."
