Chapter 754: Chapter 754: Why Did You Make Your Hand Like This at That Time

Cui Jiangjing went out to make a phone call, leaving Li Shengxiao alone in the ward with a host of medical staff.

Without Cui Jiangjing’s lively presence, the atmosphere in the ward turned cold in an instant.

The nurse, under someone’s oppressing aura, became so nervous that she fumbled around and accidentally knocked over a bottle while trying to get a cotton swab for Rong Yan.

“Gululu…” The bottle rolled to the floor, coming to a stop near the tall man’s feet.

The nurse was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly put down what she was holding, squatted down to pick up the bottle, and began to apologize profusely, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose. I’ll pick it up right now.”

Li Shengxiao’s brow furrowed imperceptibly, he walked past her to stand in front of Rong Yan. He asked the doctor in profile, “Next, should I dry off the alcohol around her wound with a cotton swab?”

The doctor, gloved and preparing the needle and thread for Rong Yan’s upcoming suturing, perked up upon his question, “Yes.”

“I’ll do it,” he said, and then he took a bottle of disinfectant from the cart nearby, poured some on his hands, and quickly sanitized his hands. Then he took out gloves, put them on himself, and pulled out a cotton swab. With half-closed eyelids, he carefully took Rong Yan’s hand and began to treat the wound in the center of her palm.

His movements were not exactly gentle, stiff with an undercurrent of awkwardness and clumsiness, as if he was not holding a cotton swab but something even more significant than a surgical knife!

“Does it hurt?” he asked while cleaning the wound and looked up at Rong Yan.

Rong Yan looked at his chiseled jawline, shook her head, “It doesn’t hurt. You can do it faster, I’m not afraid of pain.”

How could anyone not be afraid of pain?

She was still just a girl.

Just like Cui Jiangjing said, any normal girl encountering such a situation would have done well not to scream out loud.

Yet, she remained stoic throughout, pale-faced but seemingly indifferent to pain.

Was it because she had experienced things far more painful than this, that she no longer regarded such an injury as significant? Li Shengxiao’s heart inexplicably tightened, and he paused in his actions, lifting his eyelids to give her a deep, penetrating look, as if he wanted to engrave her into his very marrow.

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Rong Yan felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze, wondering if she had said something wrong. She pursed her lips, falling silent.

She didn’t speak, and Li Shengxiao didn’t speak either. He didn’t speed up his movements but meticulously cleaned around the hideous wound on the center of Rong Yan’s palm. Only then did he hold Rong Yan’s hand, steadfastly asking, “How did this happen to your hand?”

Rong Yan was surprised that he had started a conversation with her again and honestly replied, “It’s nothing much. I had a sip of that champagne and felt something was off, so before leaving, I decided to be cautious and hid the glass in my bag. I thought just in case something happened, I could use it to defend myself. It did come in handy later, but I accidentally cut my palm with it while using it.”

Initially, she had smashed the glass into a jagged edge, waving off three thugs. She had used pepper spray on someone, then knocked people to the floor with the glass.

After that, she picked up a stool from the hotel and smashed the bathroom’s glass, using the large sharp glass shards she created as a weapon. While using the pain to stay alert, she was also prepared to fight those people to the end in case they got up again.