After securing the tourniquet to stop the bleeding and using antiseptic solution to rinse off the blood, the doctor took a cotton pad and carefully cleaned Gan Yuan's wound.
As his gaze fell on the exposed flesh of her injury, Huangfu Jue's blue eyes darkened with anger.
His hand comfortingly stroked her back as he pressed her face back against his chest to prevent her from looking at the wound.
The antiseptic stung, and with a sandpaper-like pain, she remained silent without uttering a sound.
As the doctor picked up the suture thread, the man gave another order.
"Make sure she doesn't have a scar!"
The doctor looked troubled, "Sir, I will try my best to stitch it up, but it's almost impossible to not leave a scar."
The wound wasn't deep, but it was several centimeters long; such an injury was bound to leave a mark.
"Useless!"
He cursed without any courtesy.