After a few minutes, he ran out with a plastic bag in his hand.
The car door opened and Yue Tingfeng got in; a wave of heat followed him. "Hold out your arm."
Yan Qingsi was stunned. "Huh?"
"Arm…" Yue Tingfeng watched Yan Qingsi lift her right arm. He laughed and said, "Left one! Did the heat from the sun make you stupid?"
Yue Tingfeng tore open an alcohol swab packet and pulled out two strips of cotton. He wet them and said, "It's going to hurt, hold on."
Yan Qingsi's arm had a long wound from Ye Lingzhi's fingers — although it was not deep, but it seemed striking. The blood dried, and the alcohol was applied onto the wound. Yue Tingfeng cleaned every bit of it, dug out two plasters and put it on her.
"That old woman spent so much time at the detention centre, who knows if she took a shower at all? There might be all kinds of bacteria in her fingernails, let's clean it this way first, we'll go to the hospital for a shot later."
