"My feet are much better now," Zhong Mingwei said, his eyes falling on the colorful mattress outside the lunch box. "I don't need to wrap them with gauze anymore."
"Yes, when I changed your dressing yesterday, I saw that you looked much better." Chen Qingxuan lowered his head and kept untying the rope on his head, but he had been trying for such a long time and still couldn't untie it. While Chen Qingxuan was wondering why this girl tied it so tightly, he asked Zhong Mingwei, "Sir, where are your scissors?"
"Let me do it." Zhong Mingwei moved towards the small table and reached out to untie the knot. It was indeed tied too tight. But Zhong Mingwei untied it in a few seconds. Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but curl his lips upwards.
"Hey, sir, how did you untie it?" Chen Qingxuan didn't see clearly, he just saw Zhong Mingwei's hands moving up and down. Such a tight knot was untied. Chen Qingxuan felt very surprised.
Zhong Mingwei smiled but said nothing. He opened the lunch box, took out the steaming food, and started eating.
Why was it so easy for Zhong Mingwei to untie the knot? Because Ah Chou always tied the rope like this when he was just learning to walk. Ah Chou was too thin to hold him up, and was afraid that he would fall, so he always tied the two of them with a rope. He tied the knot like this. At the beginning, he didn't know how to untie it, but after watching it many times, he learned it. Later, when he tied the rope again, he always habitually tied the knot like this.
Chen Qingxuan sat aside, silently watching Zhong Mingwei wolfing down his food, and also silently looking at the small table full of food. It was exactly the same as what he had just eaten in Jixian Book House, except that there was an extra small bowl of red bean porridge. Zhong Mingwei obviously liked the red bean porridge very much. He didn't eat a single bite of the vegetables. He finished the small bowl of red bean porridge first, and then started to eat the vegetables.
Chen Qingxuan looked at the empty bowl. For some reason, he felt a little empty in his heart. He didn't know what was wrong with him. The smell of the red bean porridge was so sweet that he knew, just by smelling it, that there must be a lot of rock sugar in the porridge. People like him who don't like sugar should stay away from it. But at this moment, he actually felt a little greedy and was eager to know how sweet the bowl of red bean porridge was.
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"It's really gotten a lot better," Chen Qingxuan changed the bandage for Zhong Mingwei after dinner. Facing the wound that had grown new flesh, Chen Qingxuan was very satisfied. While applying ointment on it, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "It's just that the wound is too deep. I'm afraid it will be a big wound in the future."
"It's okay." Zhong Mingwei looked at the bumpy wounds from the sole of his foot to his calf, not caring much. He rubbed his swollen knee gently, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his knee. He frowned, feeling indescribably anxious.
"Sir, please don't touch there in the future," Chen Qingxuan hurriedly said to Zhong Mingwei. He glanced at a small scar on his knee with a layer of light yellow scar. He immediately frowned and looked at Zhong Mingwei and asked, "Did you add some essence yourself a few days ago?"
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything, but frowned as he looked at the scar on his knee.
"Sir, don't do it yourself in the future. Your knee injury is not an ordinary injury. Even I dare not touch it easily. It is better to wait for Mr. Gu from Yanshe to come and check the injury first, and then let Mr. Gu drain the pus and treat it personally," Chen Qingxuan said, taking out a bottle of cooling cream to apply on the knee, and then said to Zhong Mingwei, "This cooling cream can't heal the injury, but it can relieve the high fever, itching and pain you have suffered in the past few days. If you feel uncomfortable in your knee, you can apply some cooling cream to relieve the pain."
Zhong Mingwei felt extremely comfortable after applying the cool ointment on his knees. The unbearable high fever, pain and itchiness that he had been experiencing for the past few days disappeared completely. He took the small bottle of cooling ointment from Chen Qingxuan and nodded to him, "Thank you."
"Sir, you don't have to be polite to me," Chen Qingxuan curled his lips slightly, went to the outer hall to wash his hands, and then went back to the bedroom. He took out a few books from his bag and placed them in front of Zhong Mingwei, asking, "Do you like these books, sir?"
Zhong Mingwei's eyes wandered over these books, and finally stopped on the slightly yellowed "General History of Ancient and Modern Times", while reaching out to take the book.
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