The wound had to be deep.
If it was too shallow, it would heal on its own before he even reached the door.
"Hiss…"
Han Ning retracted the Egg Pancake, his face contorting in pain as he rushed toward the emergency building.
"Doctor, Doctor! A knife tip cut my arm. Can you stitch it up for me?"
At the entrance to the emergency building, the receptionist nurse glanced at the wound on Han Ning's arm and said nonchalantly,
"I'll get you registered first. Go sit in the lobby for a bit. Someone will be with you shortly to bandage it."
"Okay, thanks."
Han Ning thanked her and sat down in the waiting area of the emergency hall.
All sorts of patients came to the ER at night. There were serious emergencies like sudden heart attacks and strokes.
There were also thugs with arms hacked off in fights, or with their stomachs run through by sharp objects.
The wails of relatives, the pained cries of patients waiting for beds, the shouts of nurses.
