"Okay." Song Qingci said simply.
Look at these two, one doesn't want to be seen by others, and the other doesn't want others to see him.
They are a couple in true love, okay!
However, it is obvious that Mr. Fu San's bandaging skills are far inferior to Song Qingci's in terms of proficiency and gentleness.
Fu An's hands, gripping the bed sheet, were throbbing with veins.
But his hands have long fingers and distinct veins on his arms. They are a pair of beautiful hands.
Song Qingci thought, men really want to find tall women, who are good in every way.
Look at Master Fu San's hands again...
He moved a little slowly, but very seriously.
His hands were more beautiful than Fu An's, with more symmetrical knuckles, but...
Song Qingci lowered his eyes.
"Miss Song, do you think this is okay?" Mr. Fu called her name.
"Okay, that's it." Song Qingci said, "Let me handle the calf area."
Mr. Fu San did not refuse, "Thank you for your help."
After treating Fu An's wound, Song Qingci asked again, "Third Master, there are some herbs that are not available on the mountain. I will write a prescription, and you can send someone down the mountain to get medicine for Fu An? His injuries are too serious. Although his life is not in danger, he needs good herbs to heal his wounds and supplements to recuperate his body."
"You prescribe, and I'll have someone go get the medicine. There's paper and pen on the table, so feel free to use them."
"good."
Song Qingci walked to the table and saw a few pieces of written words on it.
The characters were written crookedly and forcefully, in different sizes, looking like a child who was just beginning to learn to read.
Is Fu An learning calligraphy?
No, this is where the Third Master handles official business.
Could it be that the Third Master is learning to write?
Is the Third Master illiterate?
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