Theo soon came back with a first aid kit in his hand.
He put the first aid kit on the office table and asked me, "Where else do you have scratches besides your arms and face?"
He had already rolled up my sleeves as he spoke.
"My neck." I raised my head. "But they aren’t serious."
In a fight between women, vital points generally would not be involved. Usually, it was only the arms and face. Even if the wounds were left alone, they would recover by themselves in a few days. Theo was too nervous. Seeing how he was lowering his head and focusing on treating my wounds with gentle and meticulous actions, my mind started running wild uncontrollably.
Theo suddenly raised his head to look at m e. When our eyes met, I became flustered and quickly shifted my gaze away. "What’s wrong?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Answer your phone."
I froze, not knowing what he meant by that. "What?"
Theo sighed gently. "Your phone is ringing."
I realized in hindsight that my phone was ringing. I quickly took out the phone from my pocket. Seeing that it was a call from Shannon, I secretly cried out in my heart. I had forgotten all about her.
As soon as I answered the call, Shannon's roar rang out. "What are you doing, bestie? Why didn't you answer my call?"
I said a little awkwardly, "I was occupied. Are you here?”
A lot of time had passed. She should have arrived a long time ago.
Sure enough. Shannon's voice was full of bitterness as she said, "I’ve been standing like a fool in front of the village entrance for half an hour. I haven't been to the research institute before, so I don't know where that is. Get someone to come and pick me up.”
I looked at Theo. Keith had brought Elena t o the hospital, Gaily needed to audit the accounts, and needless to say, Jordan was busier than anyone. It seemed like I was the idlest one here.
Theo caught me staring at him and asked a little curiously, "What's wrong?”
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