"What, you think a little gentian violet will just brush me off?"
"Are you even competent? Doesn't the wound need to be dressed?"
"I've always thought that a village-level doctor like you isn't reliable at all. What if my wound gets infected, can you take responsibility?"
Jing Ning's face darkened at these words, and she unleashed a torrent of words, pointing straight at Zhao Tienan's nose.
She was a very meticulous woman.
Usually pampered by her parents, even losing a single strand of hair would catch their attention, let alone a scraped foot?
"Jing, I think you might be misunderstanding something."
"Although Doctor Zhao is a village doctor, his medical skills have a great reputation in the nearby ten villages."
"Your wound really isn't serious. Simply disinfecting it will do, there's no need for dressing."
Seeing the situation, Li Wanqing immediately stepped forward to defend Zhao Tiannan.
"Slap!"
Suddenly, a loud slap resounded.
