This medicine, he had just experienced its brutality yesterday. The memory still raw!
With no broken skin on his face, applying it felt like a million swords stabbing his heart.
Her wounds, on the other hand, were raw. Applying the medication directly onto the wound, one could only imagine how unbearable the pain must be. Yet, she never made a sound!
By the time he finished applying the medicine, Qiao Yin was drenched in sweat and the bed sheets were soaked.
Drained of energy, Qiao Yin collapsed onto the bed, unmoving.
Even when Lu Lingche started bandaging her bare upper body, she remained unresponsive.
Lu Lingche didn't have any other thoughts at the moment. After ensuring the wound wasn't bleeding anymore, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Indeed, his grandmother's medicine was effective; his effort to retrieve it was not in vain.
He then proceeded to cook dinner.
When he delivered the finished meal to Qiao Yin, she silently ate up all the food.
