The wound wasn't deep, but it was a bit long, so it bled a lot.

Jiang Ling asked him if he wanted Ma Fei San, and he said no. Unable to persuade him, Jiang Ling had to apply the medicine to him carefully.

Jiang Ling tore off the light purple lining of her skirt and bandaged it carefully.

Fortunately, I played a nurse in my previous life, so the bandage wasn’t that ugly.

Zhou Jingan didn't dare look at her the whole time. He could only feel her gentle movements and the warmth that occasionally touched his skin.

[Ding~ The protagonist's favorability increased by five points, and his loyalty increased by 2%. The current favorability is 55, and his loyalty is 2%.]

Jiang Ling raised her eyebrows and looked at him calmly, only to find that his cheeks and ears were red, his eyelashes were trembling, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her.

That's it for the last medicine.

What a pure young boy.

She bandaged it slowly and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done."

He frowned and looked at the blood on his arm: "There's just no way to clean it all." After all, there was limited water, so he could only clean the area around the wound.

"It's okay." Zhou Jing'an turned around and looked down to see a light purple cloth bandaged around the wound, which was thoughtful and beautiful.

I couldn't help but wonder, since she is so skilled, has she done this for others before?

Then he remembered that Jiang Lianshan and Jiang Yi were both soldiers, and getting injured was common, so it was reasonable for Jiang Ling to bandage them.

But I still feel a little uncomfortable.

He was stunned. Was he going to feel jealous because of her father and brother?

Taste...

As soon as this word came out, Zhou Jing'an looked even more uncomfortable.

She turned around and lowered her sleeve, frowning as she thought she would only soil the bandage she was using.

Just as he was about to put on his outer robe, he discovered the wooden box hidden inside.

It was the purple-hair brush, which was casually stuffed in in a hurry.

Zhou Jing'an's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips, glancing at Jiang Ling who was sitting beside him. She was sitting by the fire, warming herself and weighing how much water was left in the water bag.

He lowered his eyes and asked, "Should I...give it to her now?"