Fan Ju's forehead wound was just a superficial skin injury; after the doctor applied medicine to stop the bleeding and wrapped it in gauze, it was nothing serious.
But Fan Ju's complexion was indeed frightening—pale and weak, as if he would collapse at any second.
Moreover, having just undergone surgery the night before, it was really not suitable for him to be getting out of bed and walking around.
"Alright, all of you get out, don't be an eyesore in front of me, I'm not going to die anytime soon!"
Fan Ju's mood became even more irritable as he saw these doctors bustling to and fro; just the sight of their white coats annoyed him!
When the doctors were faced with his expulsion, they hesitated, instinctively looking towards Yu Chiyin.
Yu Chiyin waved at them, signaling for them to leave first. The doctors nodded and silently exited the hospital room.
