"Mm."
She nodded forcefully, believing that Bo Le would definitely be okay.
Although he was usually sarcastic and often insulted people, he secretly donated half of his annual income to homeless children.
Someone as kind as him, heaven wouldn't give him a hard time.
...
Footsteps approached, and Yi Feng arrived with a female doctor carrying a medicine box.
"Boss, the doctor is here." Yi Feng stopped and looked at the injury on Su Xingyue's hand.
The doctor set the medicine box aside, began preparing the antidote, and then smiled at Su Xingyue.
"Madam, it's going to hurt a bit, just bear with it for a moment."
"I'm fine, it's just a minor injury." Su Xingyue shook her head and glanced at the knife wound on her hand.
The fruit knife Mo Shiyu had probably been grabbed on the spur of the moment, because the knife was small, so the wound wasn't too deep, just a cut.
Compared to Bo Le, her injury was nothing.