"You bastard!"
Zhao Ya was enraged by Ye Tian's teasing.
Ye Tian asked Mr. Qian and the others to leave, then instructed Zhao Ya to remove her bandages herself.
"Ah!"
Soon, a sharp scream came from the ward.
Director Lin and Mr. Qian exchanged glances, thinking something was wrong, and immediately rushed into the ward.
Director Lin and Mr. Qian were about to say something but quickly froze.
The scars on Zhao Ya's face were gone, and her skin had become even better than before.
Zhao Ya looked at the mirror in disbelief, feeling delighted inside.
After settling Zhao Ya's concerns, Ye Tian turned to leave.
Mr. Qian quickly caught up, "Little Divine Doctor, where are you going?"
"Why, do I have to report to you wherever I go?"
"That's not what I meant, Little Divine Doctor. What I mean is, you have once again proved your exquisite medical skills. I hope you can help me win a medical skills competition."
Mr. Qian brought up the old topic.
