Though he was grumbling internally, the doctor still lightened his movements. Feeling that the eerie gaze above her head had finally lessened somewhat, the doctor allowed himself to relax a little.
Sheng Qi’s gaze fell on Bai Tang’s forehead. Beside the wound was another scar—the injury had healed, but the mark hadn’t completely faded yet. Sheng Qi recalled not long ago, when he first saw this girl, her head had been wrapped in a bandage! How much time had passed, and now her head was injured again!
Bai Tang noticed Sheng Qi staring at her head and quickly spoke up: “Beauty, it really doesn’t hurt at all!” Sheng Qi’s face turned cold. “Do you think your head is made of iron walls?” “…Yeah!” Bai Tang grinned.
Sheng Qi’s expression darkened further. After a long pause, he said heavily, “Your IQ isn’t high to begin with. Aren’t you afraid of getting knocked into an idiot?” Bai Tang: “…” Damn, was personal attack really necessary?
The doctor finished treating the wound, his gaze cautiously landing on Sheng Qi’s cold, aloof face. He couldn’t help but grumble inwardly: *Kid, that’s not how you chase a girl!* If he managed to win her over like this, he’d eat his words. But when the doctor’s eyes shifted to Bai Tang, he almost wanted to take back what he’d thought. Well, forget it—no need to chase; the girl was doing the chasing herself.
“Beauty, can we go now?” Bai Tang asked with a hint of flattery. “Go get an X-ray,” Sheng Qi said flatly. “I’m not injured!” Bai Tang laughed.
A few hours later, Sheng Qi held the X-ray and report, his face darker than before. Bai Tang sat quietly to the side, trying to minimize her presence. Wasn’t it just a slight dislocation in her arm? Did he have to be so fierce?
Her arm was fixed and hung around her neck. Bai Tang glanced down at it, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Should I take leave and rest in the hospital for a week?” Bai Tang asked. The doctor smiled and said, “No need. It’s already set. Just be careful these days, and it’ll heal quickly!” “Then do I have to take this thing off?” Bai Tang thought hanging it around her neck looked really humiliating! It was just a minor injury—did it have to be made so dramatic?
As soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Qi shot her a chilling look. “Take it off and see what happens?” Bai Tang froze, then forced a sycophantic smile. “I was just joking!” Sheng Qi gave her a cold glare. “Let’s go. I’ll take you to see Zhang Xiaochu.”
Hearing this, Bai Tang knew that settling scores was only just beginning. Following behind Sheng Qi, she said with a smile, “Beauty, about today’s matter…” “We’ll talk slowly when we get there,” Sheng Qi cut her off. Bai Tang: “…” Sigh, she really couldn’t smooth things over.
When they arrived at the hospital room, Zhang Xiaochu’s wound had also been treated. Everyone was stunned to see the gauze on Bai Tang’s head and her arm fixed with a splint. When they’d left earlier, hadn’t Bai Tang seemed perfectly fine?
“You’re injured?” Zhang Xiaochu spoke with some agitation when he saw her, his eyes filled with deep concern and self-blame. Bai Tang coughed lightly, her tone relaxed and calm. “Just bumped it. There’s not even a wound. Since I’m at the hospital, I figured I’d make a show of it—it’s the least respect I can pay to the place!” “Really not hurt?” Zhang Xiaochu asked. The others also looked at her curiously.
Bai Tang grinned roguishly. “Want me to take it off and perform some martial arts for you?” As soon as she said that, she felt a knife-like glare aimed at her—dangerous and terrifying. “Want me to be your sparring partner?” Sheng Qi asked darkly.