Lin Yi fell silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed as he asked, "Does it hurt?"
Han Xuewei was slightly startled, and hurriedly said, "Ah... It's actually not that painful, it just occasionally tugs when I walk, it's almost ten days now, and the wound is healing at the moment. Besides the itchiness, there's nothing else."
Lin Yi said, "It's good it's not that painful."
With that, he slowly twisted open the bottle cap of the iodine, soaked a cotton swab for a while, and then gently wiped Han Xuewei's wound.
Lin Yi knew in his heart, saying it didn't hurt was just a lie.
This cut was at least 15 centimeters long, it must have needed quite a few stitches when it was sewn!
Lin Yi wiped the wound very carefully, and from time to time he would blow on it gently.
Han Xuewei looked at her husband with deep affection, deeply moved by his actions. As she watched, she even occasionally laughed out loud.
