Yang Yi had some oatmeal porridge and then went to sleep until Xiao Ran poked him awake.
"Stop sleeping, get up to change the dressing."
Yang Yi opened his eyes and rubbed them with his left hand. Although his vision was still a bit blurry, he could see Xiao Ran standing beside his bed with a plate in hand.
"Change the dressing? Aren't we going to a hospital or clinic to do that?"
Xiao Ran, with an impatient look, said, "Why go to the hospital for something so simple."
The wounds had been stitched up, and all that needed to be done during the healing process was change the dressing daily to prevent infection, which wasn't too difficult. So, Yang Yi stopped talking and doubtfully took off his clothes.
"Not a bad physique."
Xiao Ran suddenly blurted out while holding a cotton ball with medicine, and Yang Yi couldn't help feeling a bit proud as he said, "Of course, haven't you seen how I... Ah!"
