In the car
Fu Tingyu hugged the lady and began to examine the injuries on her body. Starting from the top, he looked at her forehead, which was full of blood. Her hair was stained with a lot of blood and her forehead was also covered with large beads of sweat.
One side of her fair cheek was covered in blood. It was a ghastly sight.
"Does it hurt?" He asked in a low voice. He opened up a general disinfectant wet wipes with his other hand.
Qin Shu nodded obediently. "Yes, it hurts quite a bit."
"Then I'll be gentler."
The man looked at the bleeding wound again. His heart was aching terribly.
He took the disinfectant wet wipes and wiped the dried blood on her forehead. His movements were very gentle. He was afraid that it would hurt her.
Gu Yan sat at the side, unable to help. When he saw that Qin Shu's face was covered in blood and her complexion was a little pale, he could not help but worry.
