"No disdain intended," Meng Xinian frowned, "Alright, you can leave, I'll do it myself."
"You want to apply the medicine yourself? Even though it's all external injuries, do you even know how bad you're hurt? Just look at the wound on your stomach!"
Meng Xinian looked down.
He indeed saw that the clothes around his lower abdomen had split open with a long tear, blood glued the fabric and the wound together, half-dried, and perhaps the earlier movements were too vigorous, causing some fresh blood to seep out again. That area was dark red, blood and flesh blurred; it indeed looked quite frightening.
Moreover, this wound was a bit low.
So, is this why she wanted to reach out and undo his belt just now?
"I can see it here; I can apply the medicine myself."
