Zhao Zhizhi's angry eyes at Li Xiting made him speechless for a moment.

Li Xiting didn't wait for her to speak. He called the family doctor for the first time.

Because of Li Xiting's foot injury, the castle had the most comprehensive medical treatment, and the doctor came quickly in less than a minute.

"Young master, what's wrong with you?" A middle-aged male doctor came quickly and asked anxiously about Li Xiting.

"It's not me, it's her." At this time, Li Xiting took Zhao Zhizhi's hand, and his voice said in a hurry, "she's scalded. Hurry to have a look."

Seeing Li Xiting's anxious expression, Doctor Liu was slightly surprised. Soon he thought of Miss Zhao who had recently heard everyone talk about making the young master different. His eyes fell on her and he politely gave her a professional smile.

"Please." Zhao Zhizhi said with a smile to Doctor Liu.

In fact, she wanted to say that it was just a small injury. She wiped the medicine for a few days, but Li Xiting didn't dare to say such a thing, for fear that he would be offended.

Seeing that Zhao Zhizhi was so polite, Doctor Liu had a sincere smile on her face and helped her deal with the wound quickly.

"In fact, I took the medicine. It's not very serious, is it?" Zhao Zhizhi feels that Li Xiting's eyes are full of oppression and Doctor Liu's serious look. She doesn't want to trouble others for her own reasons.

When Doctor Liu heard Zhao Zhizhi's question, he quietly looked up at Li Xiting. Seeing his look, how dare Doctor Liu follow Zhao Zhizhi's words and said to her seriously: "scald seems not serious, but if you don't pay attention to it, it will make the wound worse and worse, so don't make fun of it."

Zhao Zhizhi saw Li Xiting's face because Doctor Liu's words were more and more ugly. His eyes were full of blaming her for not paying attention to her body.

"In fact, I've been scalded in the past. I'll be fine in a few days after applying some medicine." Zhao Zhizhi said to Li Xiting with a smile, hoping that he would not keep a straight face, which made her feel pressure.

"Your parents didn't take you to the hospital to deal with your scald?" Li Xiting catches the key point of her words and asks. He can't help but blame the Zhao family for saying that they still love their daughter. When she is injured, she doesn't pay attention to it. What kind of love is it.

Zhao Zhizhi took a quick look at him and then said, "I'm hurt. I dare not tell them."

"Now you don't tell me." Li Xiting said coldly.

Zhao Zhizhi saw that he was not happy and coaxed him skillfully: "if it happens again next time, I will tell you."

"And next time?" Li Xiting asked, frowning at her.

Flattery to the legs of the horse, Zhao Zhizhi quickly said with a smile: "there will be no such thing, I promise you."

She cherishes her hands very much. The drawings of designing clothes seem to be very different, but the finished products are completely different. So her promise that she won't hurt her hand again is from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing their natural and intimate interaction, Dr. Liu, who was bandaging Zhao Zhizhi, couldn't help but slightly raise his mouth. He quickly bandaged Zhao Zhizhi and then reminded him with a smile: "next, don't touch the water. Apply the medicine. If you have any discomfort, please come to me the first time..."

"Thank you, Dr. Liu." Zhao Zhizhi said to Doctor Liu cleverly.

Doctor Liu nodded with a smile, and uncle Heng sent him out.

Outside, Doctor Liu couldn't help but care: "the young master is very attentive to Miss Zhao. I haven't seen the young master care so much about who."