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Qiao Chutian squatted down in front of her, rolling up her trouser leg.
Just then, several blue and swollen bruises could be seen on her originally white knees.
His heart also felt as if it had been scraped by a knife. He looked up and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Suddenly meeting his concerned gaze, Mai Xiaomai's heartstrings were plucked again. She first nodded, then shook her head, "It doesn't hurt that much, it's fine, just a knock."
"Really no need to go to the hospital?"
"Mhm, no need. This kind of minor injury heals easily."
"I really can't understand why you're so scared of hospitals."
"Hospitals have too many oppressive vibes."
"That's true, I'll help you apply the medicine."
Qiao Chutian stood up, fetched the first aid kit, opened it, and took out the antiseptic. He soaked a cotton swab in it and carefully applied it to her knee with utter seriousness and utmost gentleness.
