Outside the consulting room, Chi Enen and Huo Yi reached an agreement.
The man inside the consulting room had no idea.
The doctor helped him remove the bandages on his shoulder, saying softly, "President Li, this bandage was just recently done, how did the wound break open again? President Li should be more careful, wounds like this reopening are not conducive to healing and can easily get infected with bacteria."
"..." The cold and noble man ignored him, letting him chatter while he helped change the medication on his wound.
When the medicine powder sprinkled on the torn wound, it felt like ants biting into the flesh, a slight pain. But because of the Z-11, this pain was almost negligible.
"Since the wound has opened again, I have to disinfect it again for you, President Li. It might hurt a little, please bear with it."
"En."
His pain nerves had long been numb. Now, even if someone stabbed him with a knife, he might not feel the pain.
