Fang Rong quickly stopped him, "The injury hasn't fully healed yet, you can't remove it."
Fang Hua was stunned for a moment, looking at the wound on her stomach, and then at Fang Rong.
"Alright." This was the third time he spoke. "It will hinder the healing process."
"Really?" Fang Rong was skeptical, but Fang Hua's injury healed so quickly that he might be completely healed after another nap. If the stitches were still inside his body and integrated with his body, it would be even more painful to remove them. So he simply snatched the scissors from Fang Hua's hand and did it himself. "You're so clumsy, let me remove them for you!"
He liked to cut paper snowflakes and would cut them whenever he had free time. Some of them he would sell for money, and some he would keep for himself, so he was quite skilled. He was also more meticulous than Fang Hua. He was also very gentle, and after he finished cutting all the lines, Fang Hua only had a few drops of blood on his stomach.
Fang Rong wiped it off with alcohol, made him lie face up, applied some medicine, and only let him go after making sure he wouldn't move around anymore.
"Don't press on the wound, I'll be watching you." He put away all his tools before taking out the package he had just received.
Inside were a shirt and skirt, and a pair of white sandals. Girls' shoes usually have a little heel to make them look taller, and these were no exception. The soles were about five centimeters high. Fang Hua was in puberty and growing taller. She was still quite short, around 1.70 meters, and wearing these, she would look about 1.75 meters tall, which was just about right.
It is said that nowadays, men under 1.75 meters tall are considered level two disabled. After all, human bloodlines are becoming more and more perfect, developing only in a positive direction, with everyone becoming tall and beautiful. In addition, with the general practice of martial arts, people's bodies are much stronger than before.
After all, humans live in the universe, where dangers are ever-present. Humans are like rootless grass, hoping to one day take root, but threats will also come along with them, and they must deal with crises that may come at any time.
Fang Rong told him not to move, and pulled his feet out from under the covers to let him try on shoes.
Fang Hua was handsome and thin. He was probably only three years old and had never seen the sun. His room was kept very clean. Unlike other children, he didn't like to run around and get all messy. So his body was still pink and pale, just like a newborn baby. His feet didn't even have calluses.
Moreover, her toes are long and fair, and the tiny blood vessels on the instep are even more clearly visible under the almost transparent skin.
No wonder the new zookeeper loved it so much.
Fang Rong grasped his ankle and slipped it into the shoe. The shoe had a strap that went around his ankle and fastened. It was simple yet accentuated his beautiful feet. It was just a little big and a bit loose at the back, but thankfully not too big, so he could wear it.
I put the skirt on him, and it fit his waist perfectly. The length was just right, reaching his ankles. The bright red color really complemented his skin tone and made him look fairer.
Because he was still injured, he hadn't tried on the shirt, but Fang Hua seemed very happy to receive the gift. He hugged it tightly and wouldn't let go, even wanting to sleep with it in his arms. Although he hadn't tried it on yet, Fang Rong put it on himself. He was about seven or eight centimeters taller than Fang Hua, so the shirt fit him perfectly, but it would definitely be too big for Fang Hua.
Of course, it's better to be more relaxed, as it's beneficial for recovery and allows for more freedom of movement.
It was still early, but Fang Rong hadn't slept well the night before and was a little sleepy, so the two of them snuggled together and fell asleep. They didn't wake up until evening, ate a meal, and then fell asleep again.
In a hazy state, Fang Rong seemed to feel someone watching him. The intense gaze was very noticeable, and he was startled awake by that feeling. When he opened his eyes, he found Fang Hua resting on his arm, looking at him.
No wonder I can't feel this arm anymore.
Fang Rong moved slightly. The consequence of poor blood circulation all night was that her arm felt numb as soon as it was freed, and it took a long time for it to recover.
Busy as ever, it was another morning. He still had to wash his face and brush his teeth as usual. After finishing his meal, he checked Fang Hua's wound. Just as he had thought, the wound had completely healed, with only a little white shadow remaining.
The examination process was not smooth. Fang Hua would turn around from time to time to look at the new clothes placed by the bed. He looked at her expectantly. After getting her consent, he couldn't wait to put them on and even turned on the 3D TV to dance along with the dance steps on it.
His bright red skirt occasionally unfurled, making him even more stunning. He performed the peacock dance so vividly that it was like a work of art, worthy of being displayed in a museum.
After the song ended, Fang Rong smiled and went over to tuck his shirt into his skirt. He looked much more refined this way. The shirt was indeed a bit big, but it was just the right amount of loose-fitting. He could go out casually on weekdays or dance at any time. Fang Rong was very satisfied.
He repeatedly told Fang Hua, "I'm going to check on the situation outside. You absolutely mustn't go out, okay?"
Fang Hua seemed a little unhappy; he probably also hoped to go out and have some fun, or see the world.
But that won't work. His identity is special, and aside from dying on the battlefield his whole life, he is destined to live a life of hiding.
When God opens a window for you, He closes another. Fang Hua is so perfect; this is both God's favor and God's cruelty. In the future, he will be affected by his excessive beauty.
When Fang Rong left, Fang Hua could still sense that he was a little down. He really did have some longing for the outside world. He finally got out, but Fang Rong restricted his freedom.
Fang Rong suddenly felt a little cruel, but there was nothing he could do. This place was too close to where the incident happened, and any disturbance would trigger a search here. If he went out, he would easily be caught and brought back.
Because a large number of test subjects escaped, the military spent a lot of effort to capture most of them. Many others are still hidden in the crowd and cannot be found. Therefore, guards have started to appear around this community, and people are checked when they go out and enter. They cannot go out unless necessary.
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