Throughout the entire suturing process, without anesthesia, Nan Yuling kept his lips pursed, leaning there, allowing the doctor to stitch up his wound.
On his handsome face, apart from his slightly knit brows, there was an air of utter calmness.
Yet, this scene had Su Xingyue's heart tightening in anxiety.
She felt pained just by watching, but he was silent, as if the needle and thread were not piercing his own body.
This man... just how fearsome could he be, to endure such pain to this extent.
...
At last... the wound was stitched up.
After the doctor cleaned Nan Yuling's wound, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Nan Yuling lifted his hand, attempting to put his shirt on, but a wince crossed his face due to the injury on his arm.
"Boss, don't move around, I'll do it!" Yi Feng quickly offered to help upon seeing this, but in the moment he reached out, he was met with a stern glance from Nan Yuling.
Yi Feng was stunned, then quickly understood and retracted his hand.