After the wound cleaning, it was time for medication and bandaging.
Experiencing pain was a given, evident from the woman's pallid complexion and the large beads of sweat on her forehead.
Because of this, Shen Wan's quiet demeanor made her all the more pitiable.
Quan Hanting cleared his throat and instructed Lushen, "Go get a hot towel."
Lushen raised an eyebrow in protest. "A hot towel? Am I supposed to do such a menial task?"
His complaining gaze met Quan Hanting's stern expression, and any hint of dissatisfaction in Lushen's heart quickly faded. He walked toward the bathroom and returned shortly with a roll of steamy hot towel.
Quan Hanting took it from him, unfolded it, and furrowed his brow slightly. "The temperature is too high."
Lushen blinked, at a loss for words.
After waiting for about ten seconds for the temperature to decrease, Quan Hanting began using the towel to gently wipe away the sweat on Shen Wan's face.
