Fortunately, before coming over, Qin Zhaoran got a brief understanding of the situation from Yan Jiu, so he came prepared.
Two hours later, they finally managed to treat Fu Nancheng's leg.
Qiao Mo only felt a taut nerve relax, suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion.
"Hers." Fu Nancheng frowned and sat up. Although his complexion was still pale, it was much better than before.
Even though he hadn't said a word due to Qiao Mo's slap, he was ultimately worried about Qiao Mo's injury.
This time Qiao Mo didn't refuse; without Qin Zhaoran having to do it, she cut open her own pant leg.
It seemed that because the blood on her leg had already coagulated, it stuck to the skin and wound. With a slight movement, she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Her two slender, fair calves were also bruised, but compared to Fu Nancheng's, there was less blood yet quite a bit more swelling.
Fu Nancheng frowned, his expression somewhat grim.
