At this moment, Mulian felt a gust of wind on her head, "Junior Sister Mulian, why is your thinking process different?"

When Mulian heard this, she felt even more disgusted when she thought about the sweat and wound fluid on Bai Yu's forehead that Bai Yu might have touched just a second ago. She immediately pried Bai Yu's hands apart, her cheeks puffed up with anger, and she spoke like a machine gun, "Did you wash your hands? You touched me? Your hands are so dirty, if I get a pimple, you're dead."

Bai Yu used his huge body to block Mu Lian's sight. He found her angry words both funny and amusing. He pushed her out of the ward and took the two tweezers from her hands.

Mulian was puffed up like a pufferfish, her eyes wide open, telling of her rage.

Bai Yu echoed softly, "Yeah~, remember that."

What I mean is that I haven’t washed my hands yet. I just came to check on the ward and haven’t returned to the nurses’ station to wash my hands yet.

Mulian looked like she couldn't accept it. Her eyebrows lowered, her lips pursed, her eyes widened, her nostrils dilated, and she was breathing rapidly, angry. "You didn't wash your hands, and you touched me? Why didn't you touch yourself? Your hands are so dirty, full of bacteria, attacking my cells. Do you know how many cells on my face you've caused to die?"

Bai Yu had a smile in his eyes and nodded like a garlic, as if everything Mu Lian said was right.

Mulian was furious when she saw Baiyu, who looked well-behaved and perfunctory, nodded frequently with a smile in her eyes. It seemed that they were not of the same species and could not communicate with each other. Baiyu could not understand anything at all.

Mulian immediately ran towards the nurses' station and rushed to the faucet to wash her face. She thanked Baiyu's ancestors for giving birth to such a thing.