Li Haojue maneuvered the wheelchair into the living room. Under Xiao Fan's puzzled gaze, he fetched a first aid kit. "You haven't fully recovered, and you're in such a hurry to find a job?"
Whether he had a change of heart or realized that Li Haojue's personality was much better than she had imagined, she instinctively lifted her foot… Li Haojue glanced at her, and suddenly sighed, "Don't bully the disabled." His leg was injured so it was inconvenient for him to apply the medicine.
"Sorry, sorry…" Xiao Fan retracted her raised foot, awkwardly took the kit, and carefully applied the medicine to her wounds. She could manage the wounds on her legs and arms on her own, but the ones on her back…
Li Haojue noticed her embarrassment and took the medicine. He controlled the wheelchair to move behind her. Xiao Fan became nervous all of a sudden, her back tensed up. She forgot about the wound on her back, and this movement made her gasp in pain.
