So—
This girl had never given up on treating them from the very beginning!
With that conclusion in mind, the men present all felt their eyes sting; they wanted to say something to make it up to her, but their throats were so tight with discomfort that they couldn't get a single word out.
Repaying resentment with kindness was probably exactly this.
Or even deeper than that. People who haven't brushed past death simply can't understand what it means to be given the grace of hope.
But this girl didn't bother to explain another word, didn't say anything more; she just stubbornly kept bandaging.
They were flustered, guilty, even embarrassed to keep letting her dress their wounds.
"Miss Gu…" the team member with the injured leg called out softly.
"Save your strength!" Sensing what he was about to say, Gu Xiaoer cut him off in one line.
Right now, no one should be saying anything to her!
Nice or not, she didn't want to hear it anymore.
