Hospital.
The doctor who had just dressed Jiang An's wounds tidied up the tray and, after giving some precautions, left the room. Xia Zi, who had been waiting outside, intercepted the doctor with a tense face and inquired about the situation. Only when she learned it was a minor flesh wound did she relax, then she stomped over to the girl's side. Looking at her hand, now wrapped in bandages, her face turned beet red as she scolded: "Jiang An, you foolhardy girl, do you have any idea how dangerous it was just now? What if you had been stabbed when you rushed in?"
After the medication, the pain in Jiang An's palm had diminished a lot. She stretched out her other hand to take Xia Zi's hand from her head and spoke softly, "I wasn't stabbed at least!"
