As the director, Yu Kai could not leave the scene immediately after such a major incident, especially with the police due to arrive soon. He arranged for the assistant director to follow Ye Chen's car to the hospital.
Ye Chen and the others took Cheng Tong to the hospital.
The moment they arrived at the hospital, the assistant director paid a large sum into Cheng Tong's medical card.
In the emergency room, after carefully examining Cheng Tong's injuries, the doctor asked, "Who treated these wounds? And who set his nose?"
"I treated them. Is something wrong?" Ye Chen asked through his mask.
Ye Chen now had qualifications to practice traditional Chinese medicine, so he answered truthfully.
The doctor looked at Ye Chen's young eyes and brows, then nodded approvingly. "No, you did an excellent job. You're quite impressive, young man. You must be a freshman at a traditional Chinese medicine college, right? The wound treatment was very good, and your bone-setting technique was excellent. You have real talent for medicine."
"Mm, I've studied a little traditional Chinese medicine. Just know a little," Ye Chen replied blandly.
Ke An, standing nearby, was deeply shocked. She had never expected Ye Chen to know medicine too. He was just too amazing—practically an all-round artist. He was far too outstanding.
The assistant director was equally stunned, and his gaze at Ye Chen held even more admiration.
Soon, Cheng Tong was wheeled into the operating room to be anesthetized, have his wounds stitched, and undergo scans.
Seeing the deep cut across Cheng Tong's young, handsome face, the doctor felt deeply regretful. He did his best to stitch it as carefully and neatly as possible, but it was impossible for no scar to remain at all.
Outside the operating room.
Ye Chen sat quietly on a