"Do you still know I'd worry?" Lu Si sighed lightly, his tightly knitted brows gradually relaxing.
Mei Shu blushed slightly. "You don't have to be so tense, actually. I know my own situation, and I can take care of myself."
"Taking care of yourself to this extent?"
As he spoke, Lu Si had already begun to unwrap the gauze from her leg.
Mei Shu quickly reached out to stop him. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Don't move." He briefly held her hand to stop her struggling, then quickly let go, carefully undoing the gauze bindings with his fingertips.
As expected, there was blood seeping through the innermost layer of the gauze.
The medicine he applied to her last night at the hospital, mixed with blood, had formed a messy clot, the wound looking horrendous.
