Gu Zhongxun thought that Zhao Pengfei's silence meant that he had agreed. In his excitement, he held Zhao Pengfei's bloody hand again.
Zhao Pengfei was in so much pain that his facial features were deformed. "Doctor Gu… Let go!"
Gu Zhongxun lowered his eyes and realized that he was touching his wound. He immediately let go and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhao. I didn't mean it."
Zhao Pengfei was already in so much pain that he was about to become numb. He used his eyes to signal that since Gu Zhongxun had the strength to speak, shouldn't he treat him first?
Gu Zhongxun hurriedly led him into the inner room.
After removing the sawdust on the flesh and applying medicine for him, Gu Zhongxun quickly wrote on his medical notes with a charcoal pencil. "Patient, Zhao Pengfei. He has masochistic tendencies when he sleepwalks. When he wakes up, he has no memories left…"
Zhao Pengfei wanted to say, "He really didn't need to be treated."
