Without saying a word, Wen Muchu sat down.
"Come on..."
Lan Xiao pursed her lips. Her palms were already sweating before she started.
Undoubtedly, she was quite nervous!
Wen Muchu lifted his T-shirt, revealing the bloodstained bandage he had wrapped around his belly.
Lan Xiao's hand trembled as she held the cotton ball soaked in anti-inflammatory.
At this moment, Wen Muchu gritted his teeth to endure the pain while he removed the sticky bandage from his flesh and blood.
Then he looked up at her, his face not showing any sign of discomfort.
"First, clean and disinfect the wound. Then apply some medicine and bandage it..." he calmly instructed her.
His tone was as casual and careless as if he was guiding her through fixing someone else's wound.
It seemed as if it was not his wound they were talking about, and the blood wasn't dripping from his body.
