His hands were very hot, and his eyes, filled with savagery and cruelty, fell on Song Qingdai.

"Ah Han?" A gentle call brought him back to his senses.

“It’s you.”

"I'm not hurt." He whispered, his voice a little hoarse.

"Why is there so much blood if you're not injured?"

"You..." Song Qingdai said, and suddenly choked up.

The sobbing with obvious crying tone made Gao Han sober up.

He quickly looked at Song Qingdai: "It's just a minor injury. This blood is not mine."

"I know." Song Qingdai pulled his clothes open without saying a word. Just as he said, it was indeed a minor injury. The knife wound on his chest was at the position of the heart.

But fortunately, the wound was not deep, just some skin injuries, and there were bruises on the hands and face.

It looked like a fight.

Song Qingdai got up and went to the house to get the medicine box. She saw it in the house today. There were many anti-inflammatory drugs and disinfectants in it.

She began to disinfect Gao Han very skillfully.

With red eyes, she said as she did it: "We are getting married soon. If you postpone the wedding because of your injury, I will be unhappy."

She didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably uncomfortable after seeing Gao Han injured.

It felt like a huge rock was blocking her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

The light in the hut was dim, and it fell on him in circles with an intoxicating halo.

He leaned back on the sofa with his eyes lowered, watching Song Qingdai skillfully begin to treat his wounds.

There were injuries of varying sizes, not serious, but numerous.

Not only were the little girl's eyes red, but even the tip of her nose was red.

He heard what she said, and for some reason, he felt a little touched.

It seemed as if she had grasped the softest part of my heart just right.

"You used to treat wounds often?"

He saw that her technique was very professional and skillful, not like that of a novice.

Did she treat her wounds like this often when she was in the Song family?

Song Qingdai used disinfectant to wash away the blood from his wound.

This process would not be very painful, but he showed no expression at all, as if he did not feel any pain, and even felt that this was just the most normal thing.

The disinfectant flowed down along the texture of his skin and penetrated into his belt.

His upper body was naked, and his chest rose and fell in an orderly manner.

Song Qingdai lowered her head. From an angle that she couldn't see, the man's eyes looked a little dry and his Adam's apple was rolling up and down.

“My mother taught me.”

While treating the wound, Song Qingdai said, "Others say she is a fool and crazy, but she teaches me a lot."

For example, how to survive alone, how to deal with wounds, and how to provide first aid.

Although she didn't understand how her mother learned those things, she believed that whatever her mother taught her must be useful.

It will definitely be useful in the future.

Later, she married into the Zhang family and was often teased and plotted against by those children, and she suffered injuries of varying degrees all the time.

If she didn't know how to save herself, she would have died at the hands of those demons long ago.

Zhang Shaoxing never cared about it.

He was even more laissez-faire about the personalities of his children.

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