"That shouldn't count as a loss, right? It's really just a minor injury this time."
As Su Sheng spoke, he stuffed another handful of peanuts into his mouth to replenish the protein he had used up.
"Still, we need to treat the wound."
Zijun was extremely afraid of pain. Although she didn't faint at the sight of blood, she couldn't bear to see a man with a bloody wound on his arm, acting as if it were nothing.
Zheng Mei also said, "Do you have a first-aid kit at home? I'll disinfect the boss's wound."
Unexpectedly, Su Sheng suddenly said, "No need to go through all that trouble, saliva is the best anti-inflammatory, come on, who's going to help me suck the wound? It'll heal even faster."
He wasn't joking. When a wild beast gets injured, all it can do is lick its wounds with its tongue. It's the natural way to reduce inflammation, of course, assuming there's no serious oral disease.
Zijun really wanted to go up and slap the man for talking such shameless things.
