Pain

Yun Hua clenched her teeth with all her might.

She realized that she only caused him more pain by slowing down her actions and hesitating.

Thus, the most accurate and least painful method was to focus and devote all her attention to cleaning his wound rapidly and precisely.

In her previous life, she exhausted all her brain juices to get the director to agree to let her take care of her mother on her deathbed. At that time, she was the one who cleaned all the sores, decubitus, and rotting meat on her mother's body.

However, at that time, her mother could no longer feel anything. No matter how much she cleaned her mother's wound, she would not give any reaction.

She knew that her mother would not be in pain, so she did not hesitate in her actions.

Currently, Bo Siqing's senses were very alert. Thus, the more she hesitated, the more he would have to suffer.

Yun Hua held her breath, her face filled with determination. She clenched her teeth and quickly sprung into action, without caring if he was in pain or not.

Hurt? How could it not hurt?

Bo Siqing was in so much pain that his entire body broke out in a cold sweat, drenching his clothes.

Compared to the pain, what attracted his attention more was the girl in front of him.

Why would a small girl have such an expression?

An average person would find such a wound terrifying and would not even dare to do anything about it. Her first reaction was also to turn around and not look at it, but she could actually compose herself in such a short period of time and act so decisively.

Bo Siqing was becoming increasingly interested in this little girl.

"Do you think it's okay?" As she was too focussed, Yun Hua's forehead was also covered with beads of sweat.

Bo Siqing took a closer look at his wound and nodded. "This will do. Now, pour the medical alcohol on it."

Yun Hua clenched her fists again.

Directly pouring medical alcohol on this type of wound…?

This would really cause him to faint due to excessive pain.

That moment of pain could cause one's heart to clench up.

"It's fine. Just do it." Bo Siqing was still smiling.

Yun Hua's hands shivered, but in the end, she still composed herself and used the cotton wool, soaked in medical alcohol, to clean his wound.

The moment the medical alcohol touched his wound, Yun Hua could clearly see his chest muscles contract, his hands clenched tightly into fists, the veins on his arms pop out, and his pair of legs straighten intensely.

The beads of sweat as big as a bean rolled down quickly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

However, he did not make a single sound.

Yun Hua took a deep breath and hurriedly used hydrogen peroxide to sanitize the area around his wound. She then opened a capsule of Amoxicillin and poured the contents out.

This was followed by Yunnan Baiyao.

Afterward, she unfolded a piece of gauze. As the folded gauze was too small, she had to unfold it to ensure that it could cover his wound completely.

When she was done, Yun Hua's entire person was as if she had just been taken out of the water—she had no strength at all.

"I'll be fine. I want to sleep for a while. You don't have to care about me…" Bo Siqing was still smiling, but his voice was much hoarser than before.

Yun Hua nodded and made him drink some water before going back downstairs.

However, she was still worried. In the middle of the night, she went up to the attic again.

As expected, his fever was acting up again.

As he had taken fever medicine not too long ago, he could not take another dose. What should she do? She could only lower his body temperature physically.

Yun Hua hurriedly ran downstairs and soaked two towels in water before placing them in the refrigerator. She then took another towel and a basin of water upstairs.

She first had to wipe his body lightly before using medical alcohol on his carotid artery on his neck, under his armpits, on the back of his feet, and… the femoral artery near his thighs.

No matter if it was this life or the previous, it was the first time Yun Hua had stripped a man of his clothes.