"The leg," Doctor Mo looked at that leg.
The other injuries were superficial, not affecting the muscles or bones.
The main concern was still this leg.
He cut off the bandages and examined the visibly swollen calf, which seemed slightly deformed. He touched the bones with his fingers.
Xiao Ye winced from the sharp pain.
Doctor Mo appeared indifferent, seemingly touching for a while before looking up at Abiao, "Go get a towel."
"Oh," Abiao hurried into the bedroom, grabbed a random towel, and asked, "How do I use it?"
"Let Xiao Ye bite on it."
"For what?" Abiao wondered.
"Just do as I say; so much talking," an impatient glance flashed behind Doctor Mo's glasses.
Abiao, having no choice, held the towel to Xiao Ye's mouth, "Big brother, bite down on this…"
Xiao Ye glanced at Doctor Mo and viciously bit down on the towel.
"Abiao, hold down Xiao Ye's hands to stop him from exerting force," Doctor Mo continued to instruct.