"Well, it stinks so much. What kind of medicinal oil is this?" Jiaming asked, pinching her nose tightly.

Hey, he didn't mind the odor yet, but she did. He originally wanted to pour some medicated oil for her to rub her ankles. Xia Yang had a straight face, screwed on the lid again, and threw it into the trash can.

"Go to the hospital, the medicinal oil has expired."

Jiaming didn't dare to speak anymore. She was already frightened when she saw his cold face.

I went to the hospital. It was great to be powerful, famous, and rich. I didn’t even have to queue up for registration. I went directly to the expert doctor in the bruises and injuries department. They received ### and massage. They also prepared many medicines for external use.

There are all kinds of inner wear products.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Much better, no more pain~"

"If it doesn't hurt, just leave by yourself. I don't want to go out holding a national treasure and be laughed at."

Um... Su Jiaming, Su Jiaming, you are so sentimental!

After walking out of the hospital, Sato hurried over, "Master, are you okay?"

Xia Yang pointed at Su Jiaming with his eyes, "I'm fine, but she's fine."

Sato's eyes suddenly glanced at Su Jiaming behind him, and he opened his mouth at a loss. How could there be injuries on Su Jiaming's face? No way, could it be that he was beaten by the young master and sent to the hospital? Ahem, the young master... isn't that cruel?

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"Why are you looking at me so strangely? I didn't hit her."

Su Jiaming nodded timidly, "Well, he didn't hit me."
Chapter completed!