His handsome face showed an unconcealable nervousness, and he held her shoulders.
"Comrade Jiang, how are you? Where are you injured?"
His anxious eyes moved all over her body, constantly searching for any wounds.
I have never seen him so flustered, as if the most important thing to him was damaged.
"I'm fine!" Jiang Manyue saw him rushing over and quickly shook her head to explain.
"Just now the lady in the bed opposite said she saw you and thought you were injured?"
She looked down at the blood on her clothes: "This is not mine!"
"It's his!" He looked directly at Ma Xiangyang in the office.
At this moment he was frowning as he looked at the crescent-shaped sharp needle, swallowing nervously subconsciously.
"Your wound needs stitches, just bear with it!"
The doctor said as he picked up the needle and pierced his wound without hesitation.
"Ah!" In an instant, a pig-slaughtering scream came from the house.
Ma Xiangyang's face turned pale with pain, and cold sweat appeared on his pale forehead.
My body trembled unconsciously: "It hurts, it hurts so much!"
"Doctor, can't you give me anesthesia?"
"Oh my!" The doctor was startled by his cry and looked at him helplessly: "Is this a serious injury?"
"You are so afraid of pain and yet you are trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress. You're already screaming before the needle even goes in."
"Look at Captain Qin. He didn't even raise his eyelids when he had stitches on his arm last time!"
"You are both men. Your wound is much smaller than his, but you still need anesthesia."
Ma Xiangyang then looked at Qin Zhenbei and couldn't help gritting his teeth.
They actually compared him to this soldier ruffian. How could a man be called incompetent?
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