Qin Xue carefully removed all the debris from his wound before applying medicine and bandaging it. By the time everything was done, half a day had passed. For matters like this, she really wanted to scold someone. He doesn't know how to take care of himself at all, truly someone who makes people worry.
"Alright, take care of it yourself." Qin Xue didn't care what he thought; she was angry now and didn't want to deal with him.
"Xue'er, I was wrong." Chu Molin knew this time she was really angry. It was his fault for not being considerate enough. Sigh, his wife is a doctor, what else can he do? In the doctor's eyes, he is someone who doesn't take care of his own body. He doesn't cooperate with the doctor's work, so he's the one who suffers. Now, of course, he has to admit his mistake.
"You've already said that." Qin Xue packed up her small cloth bag, which contained her medical supplies.
"Xue'er, Xue'er..." Chu Molin started his pleading routine.
