Su Tang could clearly feel the frightening low pressure radiating from him, like the dead calm before a blizzard.
He was silent, but his movements were fast and precise.
First, he used a warm, damp towel to carefully wipe away the grime and dried blood from around the wound, his touch as light as a feather's caress.
Next, using a pair of tweezers, he took a cotton ball soaked in antiseptic and meticulously cleaned the wound.
The stinging pain of the antiseptic on the wound made Su Tang involuntarily let out a HISS, and her body trembled slightly.
Lu Xiao's hand paused immediately. He looked up at her, the ache in his eyes practically overflowing.
But even more than that, there was a cold, suppressed fury, pushed to its absolute limit.
He took a deep breath and softened his voice, which now held a faint, almost imperceptible rasp. "Just bear with it for a moment. It'll be over soon."
