The temptation of two or three days to heal was too great. Tang Huan hesitated for a moment before agreeing, "Okay."
Xing Cui took the remaining medicine powder and returned to the door of Meng Zeyan's room, where the boy was still standing.
Meng Zeyan was standing here waiting to hear the news that Xing Cui had finished applying the medicine, not to hear the result that she had sprinkled the powder and asked him to help apply the medicine.
But he didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction, and obediently followed Comrade Xing Cui out with the medicine bottle in his hand.
His restraint and avoidance gradually collapsed as he approached step by step.
Tang Huan sat on the bed with his legs over the edge. When he saw Meng Zeyan come in, he smiled at him gratefully.
No matter how much you hear, it is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes. Meng Zeyan moved a chair and sat down beside the bed to look at the wound on her knee.
Her skin was too fair and tender, making the wound look even more hideous.
The potion Xing Cui had used before was still lying beside her. Meng Zeyan put the powder bottle aside and picked up the potion. "You need to wash this wound again."
"Okay." Tang Huan wanted someone else's miracle medicine, and now Meng Zeyan is the miracle doctor.
Xing Cui stood aside and wanted to say something, but she held back and didn't say anything. She was probably afraid of hurting Xiao Huan, so she didn't want to use enough force when washing the wound and didn't do it properly.
As soon as Tang Huan agreed, Meng Zeyan used a cotton ball dipped in medicine to gently wipe her wound. A burning pain came, and Tang Huan couldn't help but let out a hiss.
Meng Zeyan didn't look up, and the strength in his hands was reduced again and again.
Tang Huan didn't make any more sound, and Meng Zeyan didn't ask if it hurt.
After washing with the medicine, Meng Zeyan raised his head and looked to the side, then reached out to replace the medicine with powder.
While changing the medicine bottle, he glanced at her face. In order not to cry out in pain, she kept biting her lower lip with her teeth.
He took the medicine powder, lowered his head, poured out an appropriate amount of powder, and carefully sprinkled the powder on the wound.
The wound seemed to be a little painful, but also itchy. Tang Huan couldn't tell what the feeling was.
After all the powder was sprinkled, Meng Zeyan looked at her wound, sighed twice, and stood up.
"Don't wrap it with gauze. You'll be able to walk normally tomorrow morning. But be careful when you squat. The wound will easily split. Keep doing this for two or three days."
"Hmm..." Tang Huan responded in a low voice, his eyelashes trembling.
Was the uncle helping her to breathe just now?
Right?
Right?
Xing Cui took Meng Zeyan away and the door closed. Only then did Tang Huan come back to his senses.
Is this an illusion? Maybe he's blowing powder.
He's such an upright person, right?
Lying in bed, Tang Huan couldn't help wanting to make pancakes, but unfortunately his injured leg affected his movements and it was difficult for him to turn over.
It was past eleven o'clock when I finally felt sleepy.
I finally fell asleep and had a dream, which was nothing special, except that she was crying and asked someone to comfort her...
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