Qin Hai had already removed the outer bandages during his shower, so Han Xiaoxiao and the others caught sight of the wound on his lower back as soon as they looked. His wound had been stitched with seven or eight sutures, which indeed looked quite frightening. Not only was Han Xiaoxiao taken aback, but Jin Yumeng also turned pale with fear.
"Brother Qin Hai, does it hurt a lot?"
Jin Yumeng reached out and gently touched near the wound. Qin Hai not only did not feel pain, but was also tickled into laughter. "Mengmeng, stop touching it, you're tickling me to death!"
His laughter considerably eased the anxious mood of the two girls. Han Xiaoxiao carefully applied a bit of ointment from the medicine bottle to Qin Hai's wound, and although she used just a little, the rich scent of medicine soon filled the room.
"This medicine smells so good, I really want to taste it." Han Xiaoxiao sniffed at the mouth of the porcelain bottle and couldn't help but purse her lips.
