Rong Yan just thought about it, then opened the cap of the medical disinfectant alcohol, her expression growing serious.
"I'll disinfect the wound for you first. It might hurt a bit, so brace yourself."
"Mm."
Zhong Yuye wasn't new to injuries, and he had some idea of the pain alcohol disinfection would bring.
But he never expected that Rong Yan's method of disinfection would be so crude as to pour an entire bottle of alcohol directly onto his bloody, mangled wound...
Even though he had braced himself, the sudden intense pain on his shoulder made his muscles tense up, and he let out a muffled grunt.
Dark red blood flowed along the well-defined muscles of the man's shoulder, pooling into a puddle of blood on the floor.