"The injuries are so severe, if Lan Ling were here, your wounds would need stitching."
Wen Jiaren, seemingly oblivious to Mu Qian's condition, continued talking to herself. After disinfecting the wound, she picked up the gauze and had Hua Zi help him up, reminding it gently, "Be careful, he is hurt."
Hua Zi didn't know what to feel, only that it wanted to cry but no tears came.
She carefully smoothed out his wounds and wrapped them, circling round and round until the roll of gauze was finished.
After everything was done, she picked up a black T-shirt and slipped it over his body. A shirt that was casual and loose on her, appeared somewhat tight on him, but at least it was clean.
Wen Jiaren then took the things she had pulled out, tidied each item, and placed them back in the bag. Then she sat down next to Mu Qian, her hand falling on his hair, gently and slowly stroking.
