"Where? Hasn't hooliganism been abolished nowadays?" Song Yun said aggrievedly, "I'm just stating facts! Isn't it lucky to see a beauty twice in one day?"
"All right, don't move, let me apply some red medicine." Mo Yuyao said, taking a bottle of red medicine from the side, gently applied it to Song Yun's head, then clapped her hands and said, "Okay, you can go back now."
"That's it?" Song Yun asked in surprise.
"Yeah, you just have a small cut, I've disinfected it and applied red medicine, so naturally, it'll be fine," Mo Yuyao said.
"But... but I saw that weight plate was very dirty, you should check it carefully, don't let me end up with tetanus or something, then I'd really have no way to compensate if I died!" Song Yun hurriedly said.
"Peh, what are you talking about dying for? With me, the Divine Doctor here, you won't die. Ah, I told you it's fine, why are you fussing so much?" Mo Yuyao said discontentedly.
