Chapter 1191: Applying Medicine

Ye Wanting’s first reaction was to touch her own face.

Then she thought for a moment, “I forgot.”

Yaen Chi’s expression was as dark as soot, “You forgot who hit you?”

Ye Wanting’s neck shrank slightly, “It was one of those three people, I forgot who exactly.”

Yaen Chi was about to curse, but after hearing her explanation, he swallowed half of his anger.

At least she didn’t hide it from him.

A dark part of him even grumbled a bit at Wu Xiao, thinking if you’re going to protect someone, do it properly; letting someone slap them in the face makes getting stabbed seem like nothing.

“Come with me to apply some medicine.”

Ye Wanting’s fingers were resting on Yaen Chi’s hand, so he easily held her hand and led her to the clinic.

The doctor on duty took one look at her, had Ye Wanting sit down, and applied some ointment to her face.

Actually, it would have been fine even without it; wrapping a warm egg in a towel and applying it to the face could also reduce the swelling.

But the man standing next to her was too intimidating.

A single glance from him made even the doctor tremble a bit.

It was clearly a minor injury, yet he put on the air of saving a critically ill patient.

“I’ll prescribe you some medicine.

Apply it once in the morning and once at night for the next couple of days.

There’s no special odor to it; just be mindful not to press on your face while sleeping.”

The words were directed at Ye Wanting, but Yaen Chi was the one to respond, “No other symptoms?”

The doctor immediately faced him seriously, “None, the eardrum is intact.

The impact was heavy, but fortunately, it avoided the ear area.”

Yaen Chi nodded, still looking displeased.

“If there’s nothing else, I need to do my rounds.

The prescription is here; you can get the medicine after.”

The doctor stood up, planning to slip away.

Ye Wanting suddenly took Yaen Chi’s hand.

She had wanted to do this earlier but hadn’t found the opportunity.

Now she finally noticed the injuries on his hand.

The skin was broken with lots of small cuts, as if he had hurt himself while hitting someone too forcefully.

Though minor, they looked alarming clustered together.

“Doctor, please help treat him too.”

Reminded, the doctor noticed Yaen Chi’s hand.

He sat down again, about to apply medicine when Yaen Chi withdrew his hand.

In a calm voice, he said, “No need.

Save the medicine, go on with your work.”

The doctor took a moment before realizing this was directed at him, nervously saying, “Sir, it’d be best if you had your hand treated.”

Yaen Chi pointed at Ye Wanting, “She will.”

“She…”

“Me?” Ye Wanting pointed at herself, quickly waving her hands, “I can’t do it.”

Yaen Chi’s eyes deepened, “Why not?

This is your field of study, have your side jobs made you forget your primary skills?”

“I…”

Ye Wanting suddenly stuttered.

Yaen Chi gave the doctor a look, the doctor noticed something was off, exchanged a knowing look, and gently closed the door upon leaving.

Yaen Chi pulled up a chair, sitting in front of Ye Wanting, raising one leg to rest on the chair’s crossbar, his hand placed on his knee, extending it toward her.

“It’s a small injury, you can handle it.”

Ye Wanting’s mind buzzed, a momentary blankness.

Her hand instinctively rose, but it was trembling slightly.

She grasped her wrist, held on with some force to steady herself, and after a deep breath, turned to get the disinfectant from the table.

“Let me disinfect it first; it might sting a bit, bear with it.”

Yaen Chi responded, “Okay.”

Ye Wanting disinfected his hand, then applied ointment, he didn’t move at all, nor did he have any reflex reaction to the stinging pain.

How could that be?

It’s a human body; no matter how tolerant he is, how could he not flinch at sudden pain?