"It was you who wanted me to call out," Gem Atkinson said leisurely.
"Fine, you can cry out."
She stopped worrying about his pain and harshly wiped every wounded area with medicinal cotton.
In the beginning, he couldn't help but groan in pain, but he never cried out. In the end, he probably became numb from the pain and stopped groaning altogether.
Deep down, she worried about him, so she began to lighten her movements on his wounds.
She used up almost all the medicinal cotton in the first-aid kit before cleaning his two deep wounds completely.
After applying the anti-inflammatory medicine, Forsythia Brown carefully applied the bone injury ointment on his injuries and said, "Gem Atkinson, sit up. I'm going to wrap your bandages."
He would probably look like a mummy when she was done.
"Wait, I'll get some water. You can't take a bath. I'll help clean you up before wrapping the bandages."
While Forsythia was getting the water, the man obediently sat on the couch. However...
