Doctor Zhao had already turned his back.
Zhong Lingling wanted to say no, but how could she refuse her husband, Xiang Yimo, to check her wounds in front of Doctor Zhao?
So, she pretended to ask, "Oh, why hasn't Xiaobing come these past few days?"
Having Xiaobing check her wounds would be much better than Xiang Yimo doing it.
However, Xiang Yimo replied indifferently, "Xiaobing is sick and took a leave!"
She felt faint, what a time to fall ill, just when it was so crucial.
Watching Xiang Yimo approach the bedside, Zhong Lingling stared at him with caution.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Yimo deftly pulled away the thin fabric of Zhong Lingling's pants as if it were the most ordinary thing to do.
He unwrapped the gauze that was bandaged over Zhong Lingling's wound. He had an expressionless face the whole time, not treating Zhong Lingling as a woman at all, and seemed to be simply treating her wound with integrity.