"Hey, can't you speak properly? Ji Muhan's diagnoses are never wrong. If he says it's mild, then it's definitely mild!"

There was one more thing he didn't say: it's normal for a little girl to cry out in pain at first because she's so delicate!

"Who knows? He's not even a proper doctor, so why should I trust him?"

Shen Shaolin's lips twitched, "..."

It's clearly a deliberate attack; this nitpicking couldn't be more obvious...

With this path blocked, he had no choice but to turn to look at Mo Yanyu, who hadn't spoken a word. "Even if he doesn't understand, at least you're a special forces soldier. You know what we've been through. During training, sprains and bruises like these are perfectly normal!"

yes.

He didn't deny that the little girl was indeed much more delicate than them, but no matter how delicate she was, it wasn't a serious problem to begin with. If you used a lot of expensive medicines, what would happen?

Or, to put it another way, staying in the hospital for ten days or half a month—isn't that just having too much money to burn?

Unless those few people want to be taken advantage of, they should send her to the hospital and stay for ten days or half a month!

Mo Yanyu calmly replied, "Just to be on the safe side, let's call a doctor to come and check it out!"

Shen Shaolin, “…” They’ve gone mad, they’ve all gone mad.

This is no longer a matter of being blinded by concern; they've all completely lost their basic judgment because of Mo Xiaoqing!

Just when Shen Shaolin thought Mo Tingqi was about to be in trouble, their usually aloof and decisive Captain Ji actually fell silent. After two seconds, he nodded and said, "Hmm!"

Shen Shaolin, “…” Holy crap, this is the first real sucker to appear online.

Is this still the Ji Muhan he knows?

Isn't he always the most confident? How could he be so uncertain at times?

Besides, if Shen Shaolin were to make the diagnosis, his diagnosis wouldn't be much different from Ji Muhan's, would it?

Shen Shaolin tentatively asked, "Should we call an ambulance? Or take her to the hospital?"

To everyone's surprise, Mo Tingqi replied seriously, "No, it has to be like this, it can't be moved..."

"..." what?

It can't be moved yet?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have really thought Momo had been shot, instead of just twisting her head!

It wasn't a big problem to begin with; it was just a very common twist. If it were any other young lady from a respectable family, they wouldn't have made such a fuss.

Sure enough, as soon as they're around someone they're nervous about, their rationality completely vanishes...

About ten minutes later, Li Chuan rushed over, carrying a first-aid kit on his shoulder.

When he arrived at the lobby, he was still breathing heavily, as if he had rushed there.

His eyes quickly scanned the figures of Ji Muhan and Shen Shaolin.

It's understandable that he reacted so strongly. After all, what else could those two have called him about? He knows them both best; if it were really something, they would never call anyone else!

His biggest worry was that if the two of them were to have a gunfight, he would get shot!

So as he traveled here, many possibilities flashed through his mind, such as being shot while fighting terrorists.

For example, being stabbed more than a dozen times...

Regardless of the possibility, death from excessive blood loss is a possibility...

But when he rushed to the hall, he found that none of the possibilities he had imagined had occurred.

His two brothers stood there calmly—or rather, one of them wasn't calm; his expression was somewhat grave, his brows slightly furrowed…

What surprised him most was that the person was actually Ji Muhan…

So after looking at those two, he still had the energy to look at the other two, and found that although their outfits weren't particularly expensive, they were still priceless designer brands.

Moreover, their exceptional demeanor made them easily noticeable from afar.

However, the problem is that none of them seem to be in any condition; they are as healthy as can be, with rosy complexions!

He said that none of what he imagined happened!

So, they called him here… He looked at Shen Shaolin with a puzzled expression and asked, somewhat confused, “Who is the patient?”

"Li Chuan, over here." Shen Shaolin pointed at Mo Xiaoqing, his voice weak and feeble. "I just twisted my ankle. Could you please take a look?"

No, to be precise, he was already too exhausted to even comment on the three of them.

He never imagined that on New Year's Eve, he would actually call Li Chuan out, just to see a "patient" who clearly had only a minor sprain!

Li Chuan had noticed the girl earlier. She had delicate features, was dressed fashionably, and had a slender yet curvaceous figure. Her black coat cinched her waist, and she had taken off one shoe, revealing a fair and translucent foot. There was a small red mark on her wrist.

She nestled on the sofa, her expression languid and alluring, yet she was unaware of it all.

It's as beautiful as a painting.

Suddenly it dawned on me why they specifically requested him; if it were any other male doctor, I would inevitably be unsettled.

After taking a second look, his eyes suddenly seemed to understand.

Isn't this the girl Xiao Jing introduced to her last time, the one named Xiao Si?

How did she end up getting involved with Ji Muhan?

And if he remembered correctly, the last time Xiao Jing suddenly wanted to break off their engagement, it seemed to be thanks to this girl…

Although his mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, he didn't stop walking. He quickly approached, carefully examined the injury, reached out to check the wound, and then carefully asked Mo Xiaoqing a few questions.

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