She instinctively wanted to stop it, but a pair of warm hands held her in place. The needle head went deeper and deeper into her skin like it was about to reach bone. Following the spread of the medicine, the pain was amplified endlessly. Song Qingchun could not help but cry in pain and mumble softly, "Hurts…"
The man holding her patted her lightly and kindly on her back and softly whispered to her, "Endure it a little bit longer, it'll be better soon…"
Soon? But the longer she endured, the sharper the pain. Her whole body started to shake, and layers of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Done?" It was still the kind guy who spoke. Following his question, a fuzzy substance that felt like a towel landed on her forehead to wipe away her cold sweat.
"Soon…" This time it was a cold-sounding female voice who replied. After that, Song Qingchun felt the needle being extracted from her shoulder and the press of a cotton ball on the wound.
