Mo Yuyao carefully held down Song Yun's buttocks while delicately using tweezers to slowly extract the needle.
She quickly pulled out the needle and said, "Thankfully, it didn't all go into the flesh, otherwise we'd have had to use a scalpel."
Song Yun looked at Mo Yuyao with a slightly lingering gaze, wanting to say 'give me a few more shots,' but considering his status as an inmate and her position as an esteemed doctor, if he dared to utter that, and she reported to Smiling Tiger, his life in prison would definitely become endlessly troublesome.
Just thinking of Smiling Tiger, an idea suddenly sparked in Song Yun's mind.
"All done, you're good now." Mo Yuyao placed a Band-Aid on the place where Song Yun had been pricked by the needle, then clapped her hands and stood up, saying, "Go back and rest up well."
