Gu Chaoyan had been bathing with the magical water, so the skin of her back was fair and white. Although she still looked slightly chubby, Zhou Huaijin found her very lovely.
The whip wound was healing well, leaving just a few traces of pink scars.
As his long fingers caressed the pink scars, Gu Chaoyan subconsciously cringed from the touch. She was about to speak something when she felt that the fingers were just touching the wound softly, nothing more. That already made Gu Chaoyan flush. She stayed silent.
She had even more wounds and scars in her previous life, but she had been totally alone back then. She dabbed the medicine for herself and took care of the wounds alone as well.
That was how she developed her medical skills.
She was a killer, so she could not possibly go to hospitals for the treatment of gun wounds most of the time. Under such conditions, she cured the wounds herself.
