An Yi had long expected him to ask that, "You fainted at my doorstep, and it just so happened that I know a bit of medicine, so I conveniently saved you."
The man warily stared at her, watching as she poured water from the thermos into an enamel basin, placed the towel inside, casually grabbed a handful of snow from outside and threw it into the basin. Once the water was at a normal temperature, she wrung out the towel, draped it over her hand, and walked towards him.
"What are you doing? Put it down, I'll do it myself."
An Yi ignored him, moved straight ahead, firmly grasped his head as if wiping a child's face, ran the towel in a circle over his face, then returned to the basin to wring out the towel. After doing this three times, she cleaned his face and hands, washed the towel with soap, hung it on the basin rack, and then turned to look at him.
