Rosie looked at Aslan's face once more. She didn't know what to say right now. In another bed, there was a patient who had diarrhea and was resting. If she shouted at Aslan, the patient would wake up.
Because she didn't know what to say, Rosie picked up her doctor's tools and took it to Aslan's bed. She closed the man's curtains tightly. Then, Rosie took out a bottle of alcohol and poured it on a cotton.
"You don't want to say anything?" asked Aslan, who found it strange that Rosie didn't say anything.
"Well, I don't know what to say right now. I am at a loss for words, so I will remain silent for now," Rosie replied, then cleaned Aslan's wounds with the cotton contained alcohol.
Aslan frowned slightly. It turned out that the wounds on his face were much more hurt than the wounds on his hands. He remembered that when his wife cleaned his wound, which was much worse than this, it didn't feel this hurt.
