Li Beijue's temple throbbed twice.
His lips still brushed against her palm. That frustrating feeling—wanting to beat her up out of sheer anger, yet being unable to act on it because of her soft defiance—rushed back again. His falcon-like eyes were still burning with rage, but they also carried a trace of compromise. Pulling her hand down, he spoke with a rigid expression, "Don't bother. Someone will come soon."
The old man would summon a doctor.
Chi Enen hadn't seen him instruct anyone to help treat his wound. She was just starting to wonder when a knock sounded at the door: "Knock, knock."
Li Beijue's back was already spasming painfully; he had simply been forcing himself to endure it earlier. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he said to Chi Enen, "Chi Enen, open the door."
"Alright."
Chi Enen didn't delay and went to open the door.
Outside the door stood a man in a white lab coat, holding a medical kit. She was momentarily surprised.
Was he really a doctor?
