Xiaoguo helped him to the bed nervously so that he could lie on his stomach. She took a pair of scissors and cut open the gauze on his back.
"…"
Seeing his back, Xiaoguo could not stay angry with him. There was only pain in her heart. It turned out that his injuries were worse than she had imagined.
There was not a single patch of unwounded skin on his back. Some of the wounds had scabbed over, and some were still oozing pus. Most of his back was still inflamed. The blood from the wound had caused the gauze to stick to his skin. When she peeled away the gauze, the wound became raw again.
Xiaoguo looked at the "small injury" that he was referring to and her heart ached for him. Her hands moved gently, hoping that he wouldn't feel any pain as she applied the medicine.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She asked deliberately, "Are you still going to have a daughter?"
