Hot water dripped down his dark hair, scalding his eyes so much he could barely open them, and the skin on his forehead stung with a fine, dense heat.
Oh, so the hot water is on the right...
Shen Xiaomin looked at her scalded skin and pursed her lips. After a few minutes, she felt that it wasn't so hot anymore, so she turned the switch to the left and took a shower with cold water.
He put on his new clothes, trying to ignore the discomfort of his burned skin, and walked out of the room tremblingly. He stopped at the door of Yuan Jiang's bedroom, opened his mouth with his fingers, and whispered, "Sister, I'm done washing."
The door was quickly opened, revealing a pretty and delicate face.
Shen Xiaomin's lips instantly curled up: "Sister."
Shen Xiaomin stood obediently at the door, dressed neatly, her freshly washed hair fluffy, with a few slightly wavy strands hanging over her delicate and sharp brow bone.
Yuan Jiang noticed the unusual goodness in his skin, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. Suddenly remembering something, she tentatively asked, "You...you don't know how to use a shower, do you?"
"I've never used anything like this before. I usually boil water, pour it into a bucket, and then use the water to wash. Sister, am I really that useless? I can't even use something this simple." Shen Xiaomin's expression fell, unable to hide her disappointment. Her dark eyes were filled with tears, reflecting Yuan Jiang's pretty face.
The skin was covered in tiny, dense blisters, which looked rather frightening.
Yuan Jiang frowned even more: "No one is born knowing how to use it. I forgot to teach you how. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me and I will teach you."
Where did you get burned?
"My face and body are burned." Shen Xiaomin's thick, straight black eyelashes drooped as she slowly said, "Sister, it hurts so much..."
Yuan Jiang's face tightened. She pulled Shen Xiaomin to sit on her bed and then dialed her private doctor's number.
The private doctor lived in the annex of the manor. As soon as he received the call to inquire about the situation, he rushed over with his medical kit.
When they took off Shen Xiaomin's clothes and saw the large blisters on his chest, they couldn't help but gasp. They quickly helped treat them and finally covered them with sterile gauze.
During this time, Yuan Jiang stood beside her, watching.
“Miss Yuan Jiang, the dressing needs to be changed once a day. Can I come at this time tomorrow?” the private doctor asked.
"Can."
The private doctor, carrying a medical kit, instructed: "Ms. Yuan Jiang, please remember to make sure this gentleman avoids spicy, greasy, and oily foods, and eats more light, protein-rich foods to help the wound tissue repair."
Yuan Jiang: "Okay."
After saying this, the private doctor turned and left.
"You lie down on my bed and rest first. I'll go downstairs and tell the chef to change some dishes." Yuan Jiang looked at Shen Xiaomin with concern in her eyes.
Shen Xiaomin nodded pitifully: "Sister, then you have to come back quickly."
Yuan Jiang responded and walked away.
As soon as the beautiful figure disappeared from his sight, the pitiful expression on Shen Xiaomin's face vanished instantly. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips as he buried his head in the soft, fragrant blankets and took two deep breaths.
A sickly, obsessive smile spread across his face as he murmured to himself, "Sister, your bed smells so good..."
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