The door to the ward was closed. Lin Jiannan lay on the bed and looked at Doctor Song who was squatting in front of her. Her heart was beating faster and faster.
The man’s well-defined fingers picked up the tweezers, picked up a cotton ball and filled it with medicine. He raised his hand and touched the spot where her wound was. He said calmly, “Bear with it.”
Lin Jiannan was only focused on admiring the man’s appearance. Before she could react, the disinfectant had already deeply immersed into her skin.
“Hiss --”
The pain and spiciness penetrated deep into her skin. She was so uncomfortable that she furrowed her brows tightly. Both of her hands were tightly gripping the bedsheet. Her pink lips were pursed tightly, and she did not dare to say a word.
Song Qingchen took a glance at the lady. Seeing that she was really uncomfortable, the movements of his hands became slightly gentler.