Xi Muchen returned half an hour later, by which time Xia Wanwan had slipped back into a groggy sleep on the bed. The cool sensation between her legs roused her from her dozy state, and as she looked down, she saw the man on his knees applying medicine to her.
"You... you, you... I... I..." Xia Wanwan woke up completely startled, stuttering at the sight of the man kneeling between her legs, "What are you... doing..."
"Applying medicine." Compared to her nervous stuttering, Xi Muchen was clearly calm, continuing to tend to her wounds while earnestly spouting nonsense, "I asked the pharmacist, and with your condition, you need to have the medicine properly applied. So, just behave and don't move around..."
"I can do it myself." Xia Wanwan felt her face burn up.
"It's not easy for you to apply it yourself, am I not more thorough?" He said as he dipped his fingertip into the ointment, carefully reaching towards the affected area.
