"How do you feel?" Hua Ci walked over and stopped beside Lu Ye's bed, bringing with her a refreshing fragrance.
"Much better," Lu Ye replied.
"Let me see." Hua Ci sat sideways on the edge of Lu Ye's bed, her plump hips tilting slightly. She lifted his sleeve to inspect the injuries on his arm, then raised a hand to pull open his collar and examine his chest. She nodded. "Not too bad."
As she spoke, she took out several items from her Storage Bag and placed them beside the bed. "Take off your shirt."
Lu Ye's shirt had long since been torn to rags and was covered in blood. He had been too busy recovering to change it before, so he obediently took it off now.
As Hua Ci fussed with the things she had taken out, she said, "Your arms and chest are badly burned. They're not suitable for bandaging, so we'll use medicine for the next few days."
"Mm," Lu Ye answered.
"Hold out your hands," Hua Ci said.
Lu Ye extended both hands, revealing his arms coated in emerald-green medicinal juice. It must have been applied yesterday, while he was still unconscious.
Hua Ci used something unknown to clean Lu Ye's arms before applying another layer of that emerald-green medicinal juice.
After treating his arms, she moved on to his chest. The wounds on his back were cuts, so they were not treated the same way. Lu Ye remembered Hua Ci applying some medicinal plaster to his back yesterday; it had been unbearably itchy all day.
When it came time to treat the wounds on his back, Hua Ci had Lu Ye turn around and warned him, "Bear with it."
Before Lu Ye could react, there came a ripping sound from his back. The plaster applied