"There's no choice but to endure it; the pebble must be cleaned out," Nan Mochen said with a tense expression, but his movements were much gentler.
About half an hour later, Shen Qingyan's foot injury was finally treated. After bandaging, they realized: all three of them were drenched. Shen Qingyan still needed to take a shower and change clothes. The bandaging was in vain!
"I can just change clothes. No need for a shower," Shen Qingyan quickly stated.
Kidding, it's rare for Nan Mochen to personally help with the bandaging; she couldn't bear to waste it.
"Qingqing, I'll help you." Nan Moxin stood up, "Brother, carry Qingqing to her room."
Nan Mochen's expression quickly changed.
"Mochen, I really don't know how there ended up being drugs in my room. How could I possibly want you to consume drugs?" Shen Qingyan looked at Nan Mochen with grievance.
