Zuo Qing had taken a fall and scraped her hand by accident.
Xu Wentian watched from the side and saw blood had been scraped out from the palm of her hand. He frowned and said, "Uncle Guan, make a trip to the hospital."
Zuo Qing immediately understood why Xu Wentian asked Uncle Guan to go to the hospital, hurriedly put down her hand and smiled while shaking her head at Xu Wentian.
"Godfather, there's no need, it's just a minor injury, some medicine back home will do. You just got all wet from coming out to meet me, let's go home first," she said.
Xu Wentian smiled and shook his head, "Our Qingqing always thinks of others first."
Zuo Qing smiled tenderly, "What are you talking about, godfather? Who else is there? You're my godfather, if I don't consider you, who else would I consider?"
Hearing this, Xu Wentian didn't continue to ask Uncle Guan to go to the hospital, but once they arrived home, he still had a servant bring medicated alcohol for Zuo Qing to clean the wound.