The old doctor sighed with great regret and said, "Look what you have done. You've got eight stitches on your small face! The wound on your mouth is not severe. Maybe you just skinned your mouth, and it's a bit swollen. I'll prescribe some ointment to wipe it on, and it'll be fine after a few days."
Layla was stunned for a moment. Her ears were slightly red, and then she remembered that her lips were also injured.
Layla raised her hand and touched it, and there was still pain and numbness in the corner of her right lip.
"Eight stitches?" Layla laughed dryly and said in a self-deprecating way, "That's a good number! It's a good sign! It shows that it’s my fate to make more and more successful business!"
The old doctor thought, "So why didn't you get a bigger scar and get 888 stitches?"
