Zheng Hui knew Xu Qing's home very well; after finding the medicine kit, she took Wu Xiaoshan to a guest room on the second floor.
She usually stayed at Xu Qing's place and shared a bed with her occasionally; other times, she slept here by herself.
After closing the door, and having been in close contact in the bathroom, Zheng Hui didn't put on airs; she took off her pants and lay down on the bed.
Gazing at her beautiful curves, Wu Xiaoshan forgot he was supposed to treat Zheng Hui's wound.
"Brother Xiaoshan, is the wound still bleeding?"
Zheng Hui's question snapped Wu Xiaoshan out of his reverie.
"The wound is not big, and it has stopped bleeding."
Wu Xiaoshan glanced at it, quickly opened the medicine kit, and took out the alcohol and cotton swabs to clean the wound.
Soon, after cleaning the wound, he put a band-aid on her and that was that.
"Brother Xiaoshan, I'm going to get up now."
