Ziyang sat by the bed and took out the things the waiter bought back, some disinfectant and anti-inflammatory medicine, among others. He was going to clean her wounds.
Although the wound wasn't deep, if it kept getting inflamed like this, it would worsen.
"Come over and sit down, I'll apply the medicine for you!" Ziyang looked up at her, and for a moment, his gaze froze on her face.
Her cheeks were pink, very cute...
Tianxin took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed to sit opposite him, her big eyes watching him, "Brother Ziyang, you know how to treat wounds, too? How come I didn't know this before!"
Ziyang's hand twitched as he held the cotton swab, and instinctively he gripped the small stick tightly.
He knew how to treat wounds because he used to get injured often, and if he didn't treat them himself, he could die!
His skill in treating wounds was almost as good as a surgeon's.
"Brother Ziyang?" Tianxin blinked and called out again.
