The large hand holding Baili Xia's little one tightened further, startling her as she forced a more difficult smile.
"I haven't said anything, and you think I'm lying. Can we administer the injection now?"
The grip on her five fingers tightened further, his thick brows furrowed tighter, and his face was devoid of any expression.
But looking at him, it was obvious he was refusing.
Baili Xia looked at Nangong Xu with a questioning glance in her eyes, "What should we do now?"
Not willing to take medicine, afraid of needles—how can a man make falling ill such a hassle?
"Injections in the buttocks work faster. I think Mr. Xiaojiu just doesn't like exposing his flesh in front of others."
Nangong Xu stood up, ignoring the protest from the man on the bed regarding his comment.
He went to the side, squeezed out the medicine into the syringe.
Then he handed the syringe to Baili Xia, "We'll step out for a moment. When you're done, you can open the door."
