The antiseptic solution and the injury ointment were reapplied to the wound, with the stinging pain on the surface feeling more intense than a quick knife cut.
Shi Su was really trying hard to endure it; she didn't make a sound but instinctively twitched with pain when the antiseptic solution touched her skin.
The man firmly held her wrist without loosening, and after reapplying the medicine, he examined her hand closely in his palm. Fortunately, she had only been pulling at the other person's collar; the wound wasn't deep, just had some severe surface abrasions, otherwise today she would have inevitably needed a tetanus shot.
"Does it still hurt?"
Shi Su looked up and met his concerned gaze, pausing for a moment: "It's much better now."
Jing Jihan took some gauze from her medical kit and carefully wrapped her wrist injury with layers of it.
"Are you inherently impulsive, or was today just too much to bear?"
