"What do you mean?"

The old monkey came over and pointed at the bandage on Ningxia's arm, then pointed at the injured young monkey.

Ningxia was speechless. Drinking the porridge wasn't enough, and he even wanted to get her precious external injury medicine for free?

But with a huge group of monkeys in front of her, Ningxia didn't dare to resist. She looked at the old monkey warily to make sure it had no ill intentions. Then she squatted down and cautiously reached out to check the monkey's wound. The monkey was obedient, unlike Liefeng's monkeys at all. It blinked its big eyes and let Ningxia play with it.

Ningxia asked Lin Yi to search her bag for medicine. Lin Yi pulled Sangsang over to Ningxia. Sangsang finally breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly the little monkey followed her trottingly. Sangsang froze, and the little monkey continued to reach out and lift the corner of her clothes. The man and the monkey were in a stalemate again.

Ningxia carefully observed and watched for any movements of the monkeys. She found that there were many injured monkeys, but why was this one sent to her?

Several groups of people were performing a silent pantomime.

The wound on the monkey's arm was much deeper than Ningxia's. I don't know why it acted like nothing happened. Ningxia sprayed medicine on it, but it didn't move at all.

Looking at the few bandages in the bag, Ningxia took out a piece of cloth and was about to tie it on the monkey when the old monkey came forward and made a sound, pointing at the white bandage in the bag. The meaning was self-evident.

Ningxia was so angry that she almost laughed. How could he be so discerning? She didn't dare resist the dark mass in front of her. She obediently took out the bandage and bandaged the monkey with gritted teeth.

When the farce was over, the old monkey looked at Ningxia deeply, waved his hand, and the monkey group retreated.