"What do you mean backing out? Don't make it sound so unpleasant."
As Zhan Qipei spoke, he reached out to embrace Qiao Jing, whispering in her ear, "My injury hasn't healed yet, and I need you to take care of me a bit longer."
When he said this, his expression didn't change at all, not showing the slightest embarrassment for being so shamelessly needy.
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes at him somewhat speechlessly, "Your injury has been for how long now, and just two days ago I checked it for you, and it's healing very well - there's absolutely no problem with it anymore!"
Besides, when he was fighting with Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei just now, how agile and fluid were his moves - did he look like someone whose injury hadn't healed?
This man really doesn't blush when he lies!
Having his lie so mercilessly exposed by Qiao Jing, Zhan Qipei was left somewhat at a loss for words.
Of course, he knew such an excuse wouldn't fool Qiao Jing, a brilliant doctor.
