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Chapter 3082: I Don't Want You to Treat Me3082 I Don’t Want You to Treat Me
After all, Qiaoqiao and Mu Rouxuan did not have a good relationship.
If he spoke up, would he provoke Qiaoqiao?
“Pacific face, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and save her!” Holy Son Miyan spoke first and waved his hand at the little stoic. “I’ll pay you the consultation fee later.”
“Can you be so kind?” Qiao Mu glanced at the Holy Son in confusion.
“Didn’t you ask us to sign a contract previously, stating that we entered the secret realm and that our life and death had nothing to do with your temple?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“We haven’t entered the secret realm yet, right?” Holy Son Miyan argued.
Dying on the way to the secret realm, before even entering, could lead to complications if word got out.
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The face of the Divine Palace would also darken!
Observing this, Qiao Mu nodded. “Since it’s your request, alright.”
Qiao Mu trotted over to Mu Rouxuan’s side.
She squatted down and retrieved a knife. About to cut off the clothes hindering access to Mu Rouxuan’s stomach, unexpectedly, Mu Rouxuan abruptly woke up. Her hazy eyes widened as she stared at the dagger in Qiao Mu’s hand and cried out in a trembling voice, “You, what are you doing?”
Qiao Mu turned the knife in her hand slightly, holding it between her fingers as she looked at her coldly. “As you can see, I’ll treat your injuries.”
“No, I don’t want you to treat me!” Mu Rouxuan’s contracted pupils constricted as she shook her head repeatedly.
The movement aggravated the wound connected to her brain nerves, causing intense pain that made her break out in cold sweat. Her entire body felt as if it had been immersed in cold water, and she couldn’t help but tremble.
Qiao Mu raised an eyebrow noncommittally, retracting the knife. Uninterested in explaining, she directly waved her hand and said to the Holy Son, “She is not willing. You can find someone else.”
It’s not like she was bored out of her mind and had to treat someone.
Since she was unwilling, she didn’t rush to join in the commotion.
After all, there were plenty of capable individuals in the world, and doctors and medicine masters were readily available on the streets. There was no need for her to tend to this injury.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHoly Son Miyan was momentarily stunned before swiftly trying to persuade Mu Rouxuan, “Miss Mu, your injuries are quite serious, and being injured in a place like your lower abdomen makes it inconvenient for Young Sir Dou and the others to examine you. It’s better to let Miss Qiao take a look.”
“Don’t worry. In my opinion, Miss Qiao’s medical skills are still very good.” Holy Son Miyan thought that Mu Rouxuan was doubting Qiao Mu’s abilities, so he tried to reassure her.
“Rouxuan, don’t be capricious,” Mu Xingchen hurriedly said to Mu Rouxuan. “Let Qiaoqiao examine your wound. Your injuries can’t be prolonged.”
However, Mu Rouxuan firmly shook her head. “I don’t want her to look, Big Bro. I don’t want her to look! Get someone else, Big Bro!!”
With each scream, Mu Rouxuan became more agitated, her body trembling slightly.
As someone who had grown up with her, Mu Xingchen couldn’t bear to see her like this. He nodded repeatedly, saying, “Alright, alright. I understand. I’ll go find someone else immediately.”
On the other hand, Mo Lian and Duan Yue were visibly irritated. Seeing Mu Rouxuan’s adamant refusal, anger flashed in their eyes.
“You don’t know what’s good for you.”
“Qiaoqiao, let’s go.”
“His Excellency the Holy Son!” Mo Lian spoke coldly.
Holy Son Miyan felt a shiver run through his body, realizing that his well-intentioned efforts had been thwarted!
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