"Let's take a look at your wound first; then I'll apply some medicine. If you have any issues, just call me. We're right downstairs," Li Qiang said, holding a case.
He Man nodded and came to the room to take off her nightgown. The scars on her back had already scabbed over, but the surrounding swelling looked quite terrifying. Li Qiang watched her with distressed eyes.
"Does it still hurt?"
He Man chuckled lightly, "No, it doesn't hurt. I have painkillers here. If I start to feel anything, I just take one."
Li Qiang didn't speak. Although painkillers can be effective, they are addictive, and if you take too much, they can yield tolerance—rendering even large doses ineffective in the future.
"If it's not too painful, try to take less. At most four a day, or it's bad for your health."
"I got it, thanks," He Man said, looking at Li Qiang gratefully.