Zhou Yao and Leng Zhiyuan were cleaning up the mess. Lu Shaoming and Ning Qing were staying in the local hospital in Miao Jiang. Ou Luoxi had been pushed into the intensive care unit.
Jian Han took a small medicine box and treated Ning Qing's wounds.
Ning Qing's right cheek was extremely swollen, with bright palm marks on it. The corners of her mouth were injured, and residual bloodstains remained. A black suit that she had gotten along the way was draped on her body, and the beauty of chaos and frailty shone through her miserable state.
Jian Han held the cotton ball with pliers to clean the wounds on Ning Qing's face. Ning Qing furrowed her eyebrows and painfully screamed, "Sister Jian, it hurts! Lighter."
Lu Shaoming stuffed both hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall of the corridor. He heard the unending sounds of the woman's grief and pettiness. He looked sideways at her.
