"Don't think too much." She paused imperceptibly, then put the medicine bottle on the table, and dexterously tied a knot in the gauze with her slender fingers. She sighed, "As Mencius said, everyone has the heart to be intolerant, right?"
"Go to Su Ya regularly every day for the next seven days to change the dressing cloth. Do not touch it with water and do not stretch violently..." She warned while cleaning up. She accidentally looked up and saw the sickly and pale Yang Qiuqiu staring at her with a smile. She didn't know if she heard it.
"Did you hear that?" Xie Qingchuan, who had packed up the medical kit, waved his hand in front of Yang Qiuqiu, but unexpectedly his wrist was grabbed by the weak man on the bed.
"I heard it, Doctor Xie, I heard every word clearly. But I don't want to be your intolerant person,"
Xie Qingchuan stood still and tried to pull his hand away, but she held him stubbornly. Before he could ask the question "What do you want to do?", Yang Qiuqiu choked back on his next sentence.
Yang Qiuqiu: "I want to do whatever you want."
Intention: No intention yet, just for fun