C9 (1/2)

Jian Fan glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and did not say anything. She had already explained the reason. Was it meaningful for him to play the part of a dark face and a white face?

Shi Qian sighed helplessly, not wanting to force her any further.

”Show me your wound.”

Jane Fan wanted to see something in his eyes, but his eyes were too pure, reflecting her frail and miserable figure.

She slowly moved to the edge of the cage, lifted the only sheet that covered her face, and extended her right hand out.

Although he was a professional surgeon, he couldn't help but frown and feel nauseous when he looked at her arm.

Her right forearm was already inflamed and full of pus. The seams of the stitches were filled with white pus, mixed with dark red blood. The entire arm was swollen, red, and swollen.

The exposed shoulders and arms were covered in dense bloodstains from the cold.

Shixiong held her right hand. It was so hot! He then placed his hand on her forehead. ”You have a fever!”

She quickly opened the medicine chest, poured out a few white pills and stuffed them into her mouth. Without water, he could only swallow it down.

He used scissors to cut off the torn old gauze, cleaned her wound, and replaced it with a new drug.

”Does it hurt?” His soft voice was like a child trying to coax a child to cry.

”It doesn't hurt.” Just as Jane Fan wanted to give him a comforting smile, the torn corner of her mouth split open once again.

”Chen went too far. I'll go find him now.” Finally, Shi Qian could no longer suppress his anger.

”You're looking for me?” A lazy and vigorous voice drifted down from above their heads. Qian and Jian Fan were both stunned.