"Yangyang?" Feng Sheng called Luo Yangyang softly.
".."The unconscious Luo Yangyang did not move.
"You can try pulling her hand harder."Chun Yucheng put on his white coat and suggested.
"Are you going to take responsibility for her wound?"Feng Sheng did not even look at Chun Yucheng. His tone was filled with dissatisfaction.
".."Chun Yucheng's hand that was wearing a mask paused. Seeing Feng Sheng's expression that was filled with heartache, he muttered to himself," Even if it doesn't involve the wound, I'll still be responsible.""
Feng Sheng heard Chun Yucheng's muttering, but he had no time to bother with him.
"Yangyang, relax. I've been here the whole time. I'm going to treat your wound now."
Feng Sheng looked at Luo Yangyang, who was still unconscious and frowning. His heart ached so much that his voice softened.
".."Chun Yucheng, who was wearing sterile gloves, suddenly felt his fingertips tremble.
F * ck!
Was this still the Feng Sheng he knew?