After Xie Jiuhan finished eating, his body leaned slightly against the chair. Feng Qing took her stuff and walked to the man's side. She removed the gauze and bandages on his neck. The man looked up with a smile on his face. He looked at Feng Qing from the corner of his eyes and saw that she was focusing on cleaning his wound.
Feng Qing used a pair of tweezers to pick up a piece of cotton. After soaking it in medical alcohol, she gently wiped the man's wound. The alcohol from the cotton was mixed with the special powder from the wound and flowed down the man's neck.
Feng Qing asked, "Does it hurt?"
The man shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."
Xie Jiuhan seemed to be enjoying the process very much. He even squinted his eyes and revealed a satisfied expression. Once upon a time, he had imagined such a scene. The person he loved cleaned his wounds and filled his heart with love.
