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Doting Billionaire Chapter 879

There was no sign of Haitong sitting inside the till, only the tools of her knitting craft, quietly hogging the till, with several drops of blood on the table and blood on the scissors.

Is this Hai Tong’s injury?

“Tong Tong.”

“Tong Tong.”

Shen Xiaojun and Shang Xiaofei called out to her as they walked inside.

Hai Tong was in the bathroom.

War Yin had just suddenly questioned her in a very angry tone, and when she looked at him, he whirled around and walked away without looking back.

She was distracted for a moment and cut her finger, the wound was deep and blood flowed on the spot, she hurriedly took out from the drawer the haemostatic medicine, haemostatic paste and antiseptic solution that she always has in reserve, used a cotton swab to disinfect it, poured some bruising oil on the wound and then put on the haemostatic paste.

She went into the bathroom to wash the blood off her hands.

“I’m in here.”

Hai Tong answered and came out of the bathroom.

“Hurt?”

Xiaojun asked with concern, “Let me take a look.”

Hai Tong held out her finger, which she had put a hemostat on, and said as if nothing had happened, “It’s normal to get cut by scissors once in a while, just a cut and a few drops of blood, it’s fine.”

Xiaojun held up Hai Tong’s injured finger and looked at it. Although it was taped with a hemostat, the blood was still seeping out, and she said distressingly, “It’s still seeping out, the wound must be deep, go to the hospital and have it bandaged.”

“No need, I’ve used a bruising oil, that has a stopping effect, it will stop bleeding in a while.”

Hai Tong retracted her hand and lifted her feet to walk out, saying on her lips, “Just put a few more hemostatic patches on it.”

The two best friends followed her.

Hai Tong went back to the cashier’s desk, took out two hemostatic patches again, tore them open and subsidized two patches on the wound.

“Tong Tong, go to the hospital and get a dressing and a tetanus shot.”

Shang Xiaofei’s heart palpitated at the sight of all that blood on the table, and she was a little afraid of seeing blood.

“No, it’s really fine, I often cut my hands, I used to treat them like this, they’ll be fine in a few days.”

Shen Xiaojun said of her, “You haven’t been hurt by scissors in years, did War Yin say or do something to you? It made you almost cut off your own fingers.”