Fang Hua was badly injured, with three claw marks on his chest, from his shoulder to his waist, the flesh turned outwards, deep enough to expose the bone.
Fang Rong's breath caught in her throat. "You were the one who saved me today, weren't you?"
Beep! Beep beep!
Drops of scalding liquid fell down, and Fang Rongqing lost control of her emotions.
Fang Hua didn't speak. He reached out his uninjured hand and wiped away Fang Rong's tears. "Why are you crying?"
Tears were foreign to him; the scalding liquid left him bewildered and unsure how to comfort Fang Rong.
"I didn't cry." Fang Rong rubbed his eyes and took out an emergency first-aid kit from the drawer next to him. Because of the special nature of the zookeeper's work, he would inevitably have some friction, so a first-aid kit was essential, and he kept a lot at home.
"Lie down, I'll apply medicine for you." Fang Hua's injuries were too severe; a chunk of flesh had been scraped off one of his arms by teeth. He was still too young and lacked combat experience, putting him at a disadvantage against other wild beasts.
But he silently endured it all, like a sensible and well-behaved child, which made him the most lovable.
"It will hurt a little, you have to bear with it." Because the orc's destructive power was quite strong, Fang Rong was afraid that he wouldn't be able to withstand it and would damage the furniture here, so he gave him a special reminder.
Fang Hua lay obediently in bed, his bare upper body exposed. He was very thin and fair-skinned, with delicate and smooth skin, like that of a newborn baby, still with a pinkish hue. His collarbones were small and beautiful, and his rounded shoulders trembled slightly.
Fang Rong poured alcohol on the wound to disinfect it. Foam appeared in the middle of the everted flesh, and he wiped it with alcohol swabs again and again.
Because a thorough cleaning is necessary, some force is required. The skin on both sides is flipped open and rubbed inside. Touching the skin will definitely hurt. When Fang Hua can't stand it, he will grab the sheets on both sides and show a painful expression on his face. However, he remains silent and lets Fang Rong do as she pleases, which is so obedient that it is heartbreaking.
The wound was so large, stretching across his young chest from his right shoulder to his left waist, and it bled profusely, requiring stitches.
Fang Rong lacked professional knowledge, and Fang Hua's condition couldn't be treated at a hospital; if she were sent out, she would be taken away immediately.
"What should we do? You've lost too much blood, and there's still some necrotic flesh that needs to be cut away." He was at a loss.
Fang Hua delayed treatment for too long, and the orc's claws were poisonous, causing the wound to fester and some flesh to rot. In addition, to stop the wound from bleeding, Fang Hua squeezed it, which made the necrotic area even larger and difficult to treat.
Fang Rong used a lighter to heat the fruit knife to sterilize it. His heart was pounding, and he was flustered and clumsy. At the last minute, he hesitated, "What should I do? I dare not."
Instead, Fang Hua comforted him by holding his hand and manipulating it to cut inch by inch into his own chest. Throughout the process, when the pain became unbearable, he would grit his teeth and squeeze Fang Rong's hand hard. The orc was strong, and Fang Rong silently endured it.
After all the rotten flesh was removed, he was soaked to the bone, his silver curly hair clung to his forehead, his nose twitched slightly, and he was too weak to lift the knife again.
"Help me." He looked at Fang Rong with hope and trust.
Fang Rong's hands were covered in blood, and sweat dripped from his forehead to his neck, but he dared not wipe it away. His entire focus was on the wounds, all of which were caused by him. If it weren't for him, Fang Hua wouldn't have...
Now, he's the one who's been wronged, crying and making a fuss, needing Fang Hua, the real child, to comfort him and take charge.
Fang Rong's nose tingled, and more tears fell uncontrollably, almost blurring his vision. He could only vaguely see Fang Hua with silver hair staring at him without blinking. There was no comfort, no caress, he just stared at him, seemingly not knowing what to do.
"I didn't cry, I really didn't cry." Fang Rong was embarrassed when he saw it, so he quickly wiped away his tears and picked up the needle and thread on the table. The eye of the needle was exceptionally fine, and he couldn't thread it through several times. It was Fang Hua who held his hand and calmed his panic before he was able to thread the needle and stitch up the hideous wound.
After all three wounds were stitched up, the two of them collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and it took them a while to regain their strength to get up.
Fang Rong packed up the medical tools and then wrapped him up layer by layer with gauze, like wrapping a rice dumpling. Because the wound was on his chest, the bandage had to be wrapped around his entire back, and each time she wrapped it, she inevitably had to get very close to him.
Fang Rong could easily smell the sweat and fishy smell on his body. The sweat was from the pain, and the fishy smell was from the blood that had just been bandaged and was now oozing out.
Surprisingly, he found the smell quite pleasant, a blend of alcohol and youthful freshness, the hormones of adolescence.
Speaking of which, Fang Hua's age is already considered half-grown by the orcs' standards. In two more years, he could get married and have children. Unfortunately, his life was changed because he was raised in a cage since childhood. When he suddenly came out, perhaps even he himself had no plans for what to do next.
Fang Rong didn't ask him pretentiously if he would leave after his injuries healed; he only cared about the present, and at least Fang Hua was here now.
The blanket was soaked with alcohol and blood. Fang Rong wanted to change it, but then she thought that Fang Hua must be very tired today, so she didn't.
Fang Hua was very sensible; he slept inside, making room for Fang Rong.
Fang Rong, however, was afraid of pressing on his wound and refused to sleep. "You go to sleep, I'm not sleepy yet," he said, making an excuse for himself. "I still have a diary to write. I'll sleep after I finish writing. You go to sleep first."
Perhaps he was really tired. Fang Hua pulled up his blanket, took a deep sniff, and fell asleep contentedly. He showed no wariness like a wild animal or the guardedness of an unfamiliar environment. He seemed very at ease here, sleeping soundly with a smile on his face even in his dreams.
Her silver hair shimmered slightly under the dim desk lamp, and her tilted head looked unexpectedly adorable. Fang Hua's features were delicate and three-dimensional, appearing even more distinct under the light, like a translucent crystal doll, flawless in every detail.
"Fang Hua, you must be a gift from heaven to me," Fang Rong wrote in her diary.
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