In front of the hospital building, Ma Xu wore a blue and white striped hospital uniform, with gauze still taped to his nose, a masterpiece from when Ye Tian had ripped off his nose ring.
"You little girl, you've completely messed up my hand. Be smart and let me kiss you; otherwise, this won't be over," he said.
As he spoke, Ma Xu raised his right wrist for the onlookers to see. There indeed were two needle marks—apparently, the young nurse had failed to get the vein right after two attempts.
"Let me go, let me go," the young nurse said.
The nurse looked hardly over twenty, naïve and innocent, probably a recent graduate from a medical school.
"Let you go? Heh, not a chance. There's no way I'm letting someone I fancy get away. Just let me kiss you, just one kiss."
"Please show some respect and let me go."
The young nurse had never encountered such a barbaric patient before. Ma Xu's rough actions and shameless words made her anxious and nearly drove her to tears.