Long Aotian stared at Fatty Liu's wound for a long time.
Then he looked up at Fatty Liu. "Why?"
Fatty Liu was already in so much pain he was nearly passing out. "Huh?"
Long Aotian politely extended one hand and pointed at the injury. "Didn't I tell you that you needed to be especially careful during this period?"
"You did, but..."
"What the hell were you thinking? You burned it yourself, and then... smashed it up like this. Look at it, look at it! All the stitches have come apart! The wound's split open and turned into this mess, so why did you call me here?"
"Do you really care that little about your own body!? Or are you dissatisfied with my medical skills!?"
"Treating an illness requires the joint efforts of both the patient and the doctor. It's not just the doctor's business, do you understand!?"
"Do you understand what it means to follow medical advice!?"
"You think I'm easy to order around, that I'll come whenever you call, so you can..."
Long Aotian gestured wildly at his wound. "...so you can do whatever the hell you want without caring about my feelings at all, is that it!?"
Fatty Liu was stunned. "Your feelings!? Why don't you try feeling mine!"
"I have!"
Long Aotian waved a hand. "Don't give me that!"
Fatty Liu burst into tears. "Divine Doctor, it wasn't that I was careless. That Old Daoist Mo ambushed me in the middle of the night!"
"Him again!?"
Long Aotian was furious. "Attacking a patient—does that even make him human!?"
"Forget about him for now. I'll deal with him later. The important thing is my wound... can it still be saved?"
Long Aotian pointed at Fatty Liu. "No anesthetic!"
Fatty Liu cried. "I'll endure it."
Old Daoist Mo