Chen Han felt deeply relieved to have such friends and comrades, and he was very proud.
"I'll certainly be fine! I already said, I still have to treat your wound. How could anything happen to me?" Luo Qingli also felt relieved, valuing the friendships she had since she didn't have many friends.
"Well then, I think we should let the fatty treat your wound first, and then you can treat mine! After all, you just went through a big battle and need to rest, right?" Chen Han felt concerned for Luo Qingli with the tough work she was doing without getting any credit.
Her contributions were the greatest, yet she was the least acknowledged.
During that dangerous moment just now, those two women still thought about framing her.
"Okay!" Luo Qingli was indeed very tired now and naturally accepted what Chen Han had said.
"Xiaoli, I didn't mean to do it on purpose. Please don't be mad at me. Let me help you bandage your wound!" Shi Ya'an spoke softly, biting her lip, looking guilty.
