When Xia Wanwan arrived at the hospital, Xi Muchen was just having his wound treated. Wei Yan's assistant was a beautiful foreign woman, but to show his innocence to Xia Wanwan, Xi Muchen's wound was personally treated by Wei Yan.
Compared to the first day, Xi Muchen's wound had improved a lot. Thinking about those bloody wounds at the beginning, Xia Wanwan still felt a lingering fear. Although Xi Muchen's wounds had started to scab, seeing those shocking wounds still made Xia Wanwan's eyes turn red.
Seeing his wife's reddened eyes, Xi Muchen said to Wei Yan, "You can leave now. My wife is here. Let my wife handle it."
Wei Yan twitched his mouth and gave a dry laugh. He thought to himself: You, a dignified young master, can endure the pain, and I, a heir of a medical family, also don't want to ruin my reputation. Xia Wanwan, to some extent, is clumsy with her hands. Letting her handle the wound, Wei Yan really couldn't guarantee it wouldn't get worse.
