Jiang Mengli took his hand away and said unhappily, "You don't think I'm interested in your broken body right now, do you? How hungry am I?"

"I have no appetite for a bloody, torn body. You're covered in wounds, with your thighs being the worst. How can I heal you if I don't cut your pants off?"

Wen Mohan was a little embarrassed, and he stubbornly argued, "I...I didn't mean that. I was just worried that you might get impatient and poke your flesh with the scissors."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengli just smiled softly and continued to cut his pants.

Soon after, the man was lying naked on the bed, with a handkerchief covering his legs.

Ben's pale face turned red at this moment, and his hands, not knowing where to put them, tightly grasped the bed sheets.

Jiang Mengli frowned and looked at the root of her thigh. A piece of flesh was flying off, and there were deep teeth marks in other places.

She took out a virus-killing potion and applied it to the wound. "It hurts a lot, just bear it with your teeth."

Ahhhhhhh

Wen Mohan clenched his teeth, letting out a suppressed sound from his throat. His legs trembled in pain, and veins bulged on his hands that were tightly gripping the bed sheets.

In order to relieve his pain, Jiang Mengli blew on the wound with her mouth while dripping medicine, and dripped the medicine all over his head and toes.

"Your mouth is numb, but you have to bear with it. Some wounds need to be sutured. They use a needle to pierce the skin and flesh, just like sewing clothes."

It hurts just to hear it.

She looked at the man and found that his lips had been bitten until they bled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red and a little moist.

The more I look at him, the more I feel like he's about to break, which makes me feel so sad.

"Are you crying because of the pain?" Jiang Mengli gently took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes. "You look so pitiful. I suddenly remembered that I have anesthetic powder."

Anesthetic powder, you just said you have anesthetic powder now!

It must be intentionally not used!

After hearing this, Wen Mohan's eyes became even redder with anger, but he was helpless and simply looked away from her.

Jiang Mengli kissed the corner of his eye and coaxed him softly, "Don't cry, don't cry. I will definitely not forget to give you the anesthetic powder next time."