"Wait a moment!"
She still softly, gently patted his shoulder to let him sit properly and said to him.
Mu Yichen leaned back into the sofa, his dark eyes staring straight at the frail Mrs. Mu.
Now, whatever she says, he listens!
He just wanted to listen to her, even if she was so weak and it wasn't even a command, at most a reminder.
She went to find a coat to drape over her shoulders, and then went out the door.
Mu Yichen looked at her, and somehow felt like he was blessed in disguise.
Soon she came back with someone in tow, their family doctor.
"No wonder Mrs. Mu reminded me over the phone to bring enough tools for treating external wounds."
"Simple bandaging won't work, stitches are needed."
The doctor in his fifties said to him and quickly took out tools from the toolbox.
