Qin Shu walked into the warehouse. It was no different from the last time she was here. The only difference was that there was an extra bed and quilt.
At this moment, Long Muyan was sitting at the head of the bed. His hands were still tied behind his back, but his clothes had been changed, and he was no longer wearing rags.
His head drooped weakly. His back was pressed against the wall behind him. Almost all the weight of his body was pressed against it.
"How are you, Long Muyan?" Qin Shu strode over and sat down on the edge of the bed. She first checked his injuries.
When she lifted his clothes, she saw layers of white gauze wrapped around his body. She could also smell the strong smell of disinfectant.
Long Muyan noticed that his clothes were lifted up, and he subconsciously moved aside.
"Don't move. It won't be good if you pull on the wound." Qin Shu reminded him and put down the hem of his clothes.
