Ruan Tianling spoke kindly, "I really can do it. Hurry over, you were bitten by a venomous snake, not a cat or a dog, you must get an injection. Besides, even if bitten by a cat or dog, you'll still need an injection."
"Go to the hospital, I don't want you to do it," Jian Yufei shook her head in fear.
Letting Ruan Tianling give her an injection felt as terrifying as allowing someone without medical skills to perform surgery—doing so could kill someone!
What if he didn't inject it at the right spot? She would die in agony.
Ruan Tianling's expression turned a bit more serious, "Jian Yufei, come over here quick, my patience is limited."
"I said I'm not doing it, I'm going to the hospital." She turned to leave.
Ruan Tianling said helplessly, "Stop right there, I'll get someone to prove I really can do it."
Jian Yufei paused in her steps and turned back: "How will you prove it?"
Ruan Tianling put down the syringe and took out his phone to dial a number.
