An Ziqing stood to the side, somewhat stunned.
Before she could react, he walked back over, picked her up, and placed her on the washbasin.
Then he used a wrung-out towel to wipe her face.
His actions were meant to be gentle, but they were still forceful and rough.
It was obvious he had never taken care of someone before.
After wiping her face and hands, he directly lifted her clothes.
An Ziqing stopped him and said, "Let's not wipe in there!"
"Why not wipe?" Ling Chuan said, lifting her clothes and putting his hand inside.
His hand suddenly grabbed something, and Ling Chuan was momentarily stunned, as if he just realized it, yet his expression remained unchanged.
He repeatedly wiped there with the towel, and An Ziqing's face turned even redder, as she wrapped her arms around Ling Chuan's neck.
"Hey, don't be like this, I'm still a patient!" An Ziqing said.
