Su Qianxun took the tube of ointment and applied a layer of it onto the back of Long Sijue's hand, which she had just finished cleaning. She then grabbed his other hand and placed it on her lap. This time, the young woman was even gentler. She also blew on his wound more frequently, hoping to reduce his pain.
When she saw that the wound on his right hand was even more serious than the one on his left hand, the young woman could not help furrowing her eyebrows. She really did not know how he managed to get himself injured like this. As she washed the wound, she could feel the pain even though she was not the one injured.
Su Qianxun was finally done cleaning and applying ointment to the wounds. Su Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief as she gazed at Long Sijue's hands, which looked much better now.
Su Qianxun then took his hands and gently blew on them before raising her head.
