Chen An walked over, he extended his hand, and just as he touched Moo Huantong's eyelid, Huantong suddenly flinched in panic, reaching out beside her, "Mo Beiyan, are you still there?"
Chen An raised an eyebrow upon seeing this, "Still friends, your woman, huh?"
Mo Beiyan held her hand, "Let him check."
"I won't take responsibility if it doesn't get better."
"Get lost!"
Chen An parted Moo Huantong's eyelids, did a simple examination, and frowned, "Did she hit something hard at the time?"
"Rockery."
Chen An withdrew his hand, "It should be the controlling nerves of the levator eyelid muscle being compressed or damaged; if it's compressed, that's fine, but if it's damaged, it might be more troublesome."
Moo Huantong's heart tightened, "Will I be unable to see from now on?"
"Not necessarily," Chen An straightened himself, "It's too late today, rest for a night first. Sleep and see if it gets better; if not, go to the hospital tomorrow morning."
