“I can take care of you if you get swollen.” Fang Hua continued to scoop porridge for him.
"I don't need you to take care of me, you'll take care of me to death." Fang Rong lifted the sheet to get off the bed, but as soon as he sat down, Fang Hua immediately took away his slippers.
"What do you want to do?" He put the shoes in the closet. "I'll carry you there."
"I'll go wash the medicine, and give me back my slippers." Fang Rong was anxious. He was so anxious that he wanted to kick someone, but it wasn't convenient later, so he refrained.
Fang Hua scurried over, lifted him up, and hugged him tightly. He was shorter than Fang Rong, so this position looked incredibly awkward for Fang Rong.
"You..." Fang Rong blushed slightly, "You'll have to kneel on the washboard later."
"Yes," Fang Hua replied without hesitation.
He carried Fang Rong to the bathroom sink, filled a bucket with water, and then used his supernatural ability to heat it up.
The doctor said the medicine had solidified and needed to be soaked in hot water, or better yet, steamed. He advised against using any other medication to avoid further allergic reactions.
Fang Rong has a rather special constitution; he has sensitive skin. When he catches a cold or gets sick, he avoids taking medicine and eating if possible. Not only did he not know this, but Fang Rong himself was also unaware of it, and he never expected that this would happen.
Fang Hua's palms turned red, and waves of heat made the water boil thoroughly. Because Fang Rong's buttocks hurt, and the sitting position was awkward, he sped up, holding Fang Rong with her legs spread apart like he was helping a child urinate, steaming her buttocks with heat.
This position was so embarrassing that Fang Rong was speechless, only feeling endless awkwardness.
"You're not allowed to look," he said, trying to start a conversation.
"Okay, I won't look." Fang Hua closed his eyes and really didn't want to look.
After steaming for about ten minutes, the steam gradually disappeared. Fang Rong reached out and touched the water; it was now lukewarm. He scooped some out and washed himself down there.
The sound of rushing water filled the air. Fang Hua glanced at it, but Fang Rong immediately turned her face away, saying, "You promised you wouldn't look."
"Hmm, I won't look, I won't look." Fang Hua closed his eyes again, only his ears occasionally twitching, betraying him. Although he didn't look, he heard a lot of noise.
"The doctor said that it needs to be washed thoroughly inside and out."
"I don't need you to remind me." He had just had a brief chat with the doctor, who said that his condition was caused by medication and excessive exertion, resulting in blood clots. The allergic symptoms would disappear once the medication was washed off, but the blood clots would take some time to heal.
It's best to steam it with hot water every day, which can speed up the dissolution of blood clots.
"How are my pants?" He was still thinking about the pants.
"It's been washed."
"Has the blood been washed away?"
"Hmm." He found the solution online. Luckily, he dealt with it in time. He soaked it in cold water and rubbed it several times with detergent. It was originally off-white, but now it has turned white.
"Did I bleed a lot yesterday?" He didn't know after that. Fang Hua took care of him, washing and wiping him, and applying medicine, but she applied too much and caused an allergic reaction.
"Not much." There was just a thin line of blood running down his thigh to his ankle, and he wiped it up his ankle.
"There's quite a bit of buildup on your underwear," he added, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his leg. Fang Rong couldn't kick him, so she pinched him with her hand.
"Alright, alright, that's about it." Fang Rong shook the water off his hands. He had already felt inside. The lump wouldn't heal anytime soon, but there was no wound. Perhaps it was because he couldn't feel it. After all, there were too many folds in that area, and he didn't dare to stretch it out, as it would hurt if he moved it.
There's still a little redness in the basin when I wash it now, but not much. It's probably because I bled a little more after washing it yesterday.
Fang Hua carried him to the sink, filled a basin with clean water, boiled it with his supernatural power, and then steamed him for more than ten minutes. The doctor said that steaming would help him recover faster, so he believed it and didn't find it annoying. He carried him and steamed him again and again until Fang Rong got tired of steaming him and stopped him.
"How are you now?" Fang Hua carried him to the bed, but still wouldn't bring him his shoes.
"It's nothing serious." As long as he doesn't get STDs or anything like that, it's not a big deal for him. "Give me the shoes, I'm going to work."
"I've already made it for you." When he got the porridge, it was actually breakfast time, and since he didn't know how to cook anything else, he only cooked porridge.
Making porridge is quite simple; just put some rice and water in a pot, and you're done. However, since it was my first time, I still managed to burn the bottom.
"What do you think cooking is? Can you even do it?" Fang Rong looked at him with disdain.
"I can learn," Fang Hua said, leaning closer. "You can teach me."
Fang Rong looked him up and down, somewhat distrustful.
As it turned out, Fang Hua was indeed very smart. Although he didn't know how, he had an excellent memory and could remember every step clearly. While Fang Rong was cooking, he sat in the old chair with a pillow under his bottom, while Fang Hua stood around in the kitchen.
Although Fang Rong has superpowers and can do things without lifting a finger, he just likes to torment Fang Hua. Who told him to be so ruthless? This time he'll learn his lesson and won't dare to lay a hand on him again.
However, this was just his opinion. In reality, Fang Hua was enjoying being with Fang Rong without having to attend classes or train.
I've already called to ask for leave, but just like last time, I called the instructor and said the teacher was giving me extra lessons, and I called the teacher and said the instructor was giving me training, so the two times just happened to be different.
Fang Hua is probably the most patient animal. These past few days, she has been constantly by his side, steaming his bottom, changing his clothes and giving him a bath, washing his clothes and even soaking his feet. Finally, she even massaged his feet using massage pictures she found online.
She was busy in the kitchen during the day and busy by his side at night, still hiding his shoes because he hadn't stepped out of bed for days.
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