"Jiang Zuo, are you the doctor here or am I? She's injured and you're asking me for help?" He irritably barked at Jiang Zuo, who was still wearing a blank expression.
Was it funny to make a fool of himself like this? A physician, moreover a self-proclaimed distinguished one, forgetting his medical skills and panic at the slightest problem.
He seriously wanted to suggest sending him back to where he came from to save himself from embarrassment.
"If I had a solution, would I be looking for you?" At the moment, Jiang Zuo was anxious. After saying this to Zhe Jue, he continued caring for the woman on the bed.
"You—"
Zhe Jue was livid.
"Alright, Zhe Jue, stop arguing with him. Do you think he is in the right frame of mind right now?" Noticing that they were about to quarrel, Zhen Wu quickly spoke up.
"Jiang Zuo, take care of Miss here. Zhe Jue and I will go boil some water."