Old man Bu hears the words and looks at Butong displeased. "How can you be so ignorant, son, that your body doesn't care?"

"Grandpa, I'm ok..."

"honey, don't cry, come and sit down quickly," old man Bu helped her to sit down heartily, "don't worry, jingchenji has his own destiny, he will be OK."

"well." Butong nodded, tears streaming down her face.

the doctor quickly pushed the cart to clean the wound for Butong. Fortunately, the wound is not deep, and the blood flow is not very much.

"Miss, your body is dirty and your face is full of blood. It must be very uncomfortable. I'll take a bath with...