While carefully cleaning the wound with sterilized tweezers and cotton balls, she said, "Even if it's not very painful, you can't just act like nothing happened, right? In the next few days, with more scenes to shoot, even looking at the script, your arm will hurt."
"You're worried about that? As long as it doesn't affect my daily life, it's fine. Besides, the bleeding has stopped, and the swelling will go down in a couple of days."
Qin Miaomiao spoke casually, as if it wasn't her bleeding, as if the swelling wasn't her own. She was like a puppet without feeling or sensation, allowing her assistant to handle the wound.
"You know, if people could just feel nothing, it would be great. No pain, no sadness, there wouldn't be so many troublesome things."
"Sister Jiaojiao, are you numb from the pain?"
Xu Jiaojiao heard the assistant's words and asked herself whether she had become numb from the pain. How else could she not feel even the bleeding?
"Perhaps I am numb."
