Baili Xia wasn't sure if she was angry because he didn't take care of himself. While disinfecting, her expression was cold, not bothering to comfort him with a word.
Before, no matter the situation, she would always ask him to bear it for a moment.
Now, she had no such intention at all.
Yet Mu Xiaojiu seemed indifferent, even as alcohol kept wiping over the wound, he didn't make a sound.
He merely lowered his gaze to the person in front of him, clearly it was he who was angry at this girl just now.
Now, this girl was clearly angry at him instead.
Once Baili Xia finished disinfecting the wound, she picked up the needle and thread.
It was then that she finally said something.
"Bear with it."
Such a large wound, especially in the abdominal area, it's quicker to recover with stitches.
Uncle doesn't like using anesthesia, having been by his side for so long, Baili Xia knew that.
But, simply stitching him up like this, how painful must it be?
