Lin Yan carefully wrapped the bandage, then glanced at Wen Zhi'an. She looked like an injured fawn that had been running through the woods, quietly watching him dress her wound.
Gentle and serene.
"How are you feeling now?"
Wen Zhi'an tried moving her left hand. Aside from a faint lingering pain, there were no other symptoms. Instead of answering, she tugged at the corner of his clothes with her left hand and asked softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Lin Yan froze for a moment, then broke into a smile. "I'm fine."
After hurting for so long, it had gone a little numb. It did not hurt as much anymore.
Wen Zhi'an sat up, her expression serious. "My turn to bandage you."
Lin Yan smiled. "All right."
A warmth rose in his heart.
Wen Zhi'an said with effort, "You need to take off all your clothes on top."
Lin Yan obediently did as he was told and slowly took off his shirt. The wound had stuck to the fabric, and only with Wen Zhi'an's help was he able to tear it away. Lin Yan clenched his teeth.
Wen Zhi'an looked at his wound. It was deep, reaching the muscles and tissues beneath. With that much blood loss, ordinary people might already have fainted.
All of a sudden, she felt the urge to cry.
She bit down on her lower lip, temporarily suppressing those thoughts, and focused on treating Lin Yan's wound. When the saline washed over it, even Lin Yan could not hold back a cry. Wen Zhi'an worked quickly and without delay, finally wrapping the wound in bandages.
Then she reminded him, "Remember to go to the hospital afterward. You need to keep the wound from getting infected."
Lin Yan did not care much. "It's fine."
Wen Zhi'an pretended