The atmosphere instantly froze, descending into a strange silence.
Jiang Youchen's pupils trembled slightly. He was at a loss for words.
His thin lips tightened as he uncomfortably averted his gaze. "Don't mess around."
"I'm not messing around." The way he spoke to her like a child made Jiang Qingli angry all over again. She raised her voice in rebuttal, "You're this badly hurt. I can't just stand by and do nothing, can I?"
"I just asked Doctor Meng. She said a dragon's wounds are difficult to heal and require immediate treatment. And since your level is so high, you need at least an A Level healer. It's the holidays—who else besides me can get to you this fast?"
Her long, fiery tirade made perfect sense.
Jiang Youchen's hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists. He suppressed his emotions and forced out a protest, "My injuries aren't serious."
'Besides, she just performed Spiritual Healing on Que Feiling. She probably doesn't have much energy left.'
