"Then... thank you, President Yan!"
Qin Yu tossed his bloodied shirt aside and casually took a seat on a rock.
His shoulders wide, his waist slim, his figure was extremely fit.
"Hmm. I might be a bit clumsy, endure it for a bit!"
Yan Mingyu was not a doctor, and she had never attended to anyone's wounds before. Looking at the dreadful wound on Qin Yu's back, she hadn't even started and already felt her scalp tingling.
She opened the bag containing the medicines, found the disinfectant alcohol and cotton, poured some onto the cotton, and then went behind Qin Yu to clean the wound.
"If it hurts, just speak up. There's no one else here, I won't laugh at you!"
Yan Mingyu said, biting her lip in a low voice.
Everyone is raised by their parents, how could anyone not feel pain?
"Heh, it doesn't hurt."
Qin Yu said with an offhand smile.
"You...."