Xin Ya insisted on helping him apply the medicine. Those big eyes of hers seemed like pearl beans would fall off if he refused.
Ye Cong had no choice but to take off his clothes and lie down.
Probably because he had carried Xin ya down the mountain last night and had been torturing her for another day, the wound had long opened up and scabbed. Now, it was very terrifying. The gauze he had changed into the night before was covered in blood clots.
Xin Ya let out a low cry, her heart aching terribly.
"Let's go to the hospital,"Xin ya said in a low voice.
"It's fine. They're all minor injuries,"ye Cong said indifferently. "Moreover, the medicine in the hospital isn't necessarily better than mine. They'll recover in a few days."
Xin Ya still wanted to say something, but ye Cong had already passed the ointment to her and asked her to apply it.
