"Lie down!" Xiang Yimo commanded.
For some reason, although Zhong Lingling really didn't want Xiang Yimo to apply the medicine, her body didn't listen to her brain's orders and she actually obediently lay down.
Xiang Yimo smoked some medicinal liquid, and started to clean Zhong Lingling's wound with extra care.
During this time, Zhong Lingling's face was buried in the pillow, only hoping that time would pass quickly, even more quickly.
However, when she applied medicine to herself, it had hurt like a knife cut, unbearably painful; but why was it that when Xiang Yimo was applying the medicine, she felt nothing at all?
And he quickly finished bandaging her up.
How meticulous and serious must this man be?
..
Half a month later.
Under Xiang Yimo's meticulous care, Zhong Lingling's wounds had completely healed, and her movements were no longer an issue at all.