Unconsciously, Zhuang Xian seemed to have thought of a lot of things. However, when she returned to her senses, she realized that she had not thought of anything. Only Mo Qian's disappointed and exhausted gaze kept repeating in her mind.
Mo Xi reached out to take the first aid kit from Zhuang Xian's shoulder, but he was rejected.
She shook her head and said, "This place is near our dormitory. I can walk back on my own. Mo Qian has just finished his acupuncture and is still frail. You should go back and take care of him!"
As she spoke, she suddenly took a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Mo Xi. "I almost forgot to give you this medicinal cuisine recipe. I redid it yesterday. When you return, change the one before and use this!"
Mo Xi glanced at Zhuang Xian and took the prescription. He suddenly felt that how the Zhuang family's fourth daughter looked at him was a little probing and threatening.
