"She always threatened me with dropping out of school, but even if I did, I would still continue my studies in the future. For me," Feng Qishi said with a wry smile, "it would just mean leaving home earlier."
"You think very optimistically," Mu Anxiao said lightly.
Feng Qishi grinned, lowered his head, and inadvertently looked at Mu Anxiao's still bleeding hand, asking, "Your hand still isn't healed."
"It's fine."
"Just now I saw you pull the arm of that grotesque-faced person, and then your expression changed. I thought your hand would heal instantly, but I didn't expect," Feng Qishi consciously reached out and took Mu Anxiao's wrist, "it's not healed yet."
"Healing takes time. If it could be healed instantly, I wouldn't have gotten hurt." Mu Anxiao used her good hand to pull away Feng Qishi's hand from her wrist.
Feng Qishi sighed and said, "Go to my room." As he spoke, he turned and walked towards his room.
Mu Anxiao asked, "Aren't you going to take care of your sister?"
"She needs some quiet for a while, I'll be back later," Feng Qishi said as he walked.
Mu Anxiao saw that Feng Feng's condition inside was indeed not suitable for disturbance, so she followed Feng Qishi's footsteps.
Entering the room, Feng Qishi went to the table, opened the medicine box, glanced at Mu Anxiao standing by the door closing it, and said, "Don't just stand there foolishly, come over and sit down."
"What are you going to do?" Mu Anxiao asked with a slight frown.
"I'll bandage it for you," Feng Qishi said, taking out gauze.
"No need." Mu Anxiao deliberately hid her hand behind her back.
Feng Qishi leaned forward and looked at Mu Anxiao's reluctant expression, saying, "You trust my skills. When my sister was little and got injured, I always bandaged her wounds. She liked it so much. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for me," he smiled to himself, "my sister might not have chosen nursing."
Hearing them always mention nursing, Mu Anxiao was also curious, "What does nursing mean?"
"It's like your traditional doctors, but there are differences in what they learn," Feng Qishi explained casually.
Mu Anxiao barely understood, saying, "They all save people."
"Yes, it's just that my sister's major is to assist doctors, not to be a doctor."
"Then she's not a traditional doctor, is she more like an apprentice to a traditional doctor?" Mu Anxiao asked uncertainly.
Feng Qishi didn't know how to explain this. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I don't have much research on this either, but, it's about the same."
"About the same means a lot of difference, but," Mu Anxiao unknowingly walked in front of Feng Qishi, "I think your explanation is probably not too wrong."
"I just don't like listening to you talk," Feng Qishi said, extending his hand.
"What are you doing?" Mu Anxiao frowned vigilantly.
"What else can I do? Give me your hand, I'll bandage it for you."
"No need, my hand will be fine soon."
"You were injured by Yan Ruoruo today. I carried you back and your wound wasn't healed yet. Especially now, your injury is much more severe than then, and the wound will heal slower. Perhaps," Feng Qishi still had his hand extended, "if I bandage it for you, your wound might heal faster."
"Thank you," Mu Anxiao mumbled, then obediently stretched out her hand.
"You're welcome, you owe me a favor sooner or later anyway."
Mu Anxiao knew Feng Qishi would say this, so she lowered her head and remained silent.