Qin Mo had ten stitches on his forehead in total. During the entire process, screams like ghosts and wolves howling could be heard from the treatment room from time to time.
She wanted to reach out and touch it, but her dislocated arm had not yet healed and she couldn't move it.
"Hey, will I get a scar?"
"Yes." Ava Su replied coldly.
Qin Mo was choked and glared at her angrily, "You want to take this opportunity to retaliate against me? Did you deliberately use such heavy hands when sewing the needle?"
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