Luo Qiao didn't speak but took out the ointment she had made from her back basket and looked at Stone, "Stone, do you trust Sister Luo Qiao?"
Stone nodded vigorously: "I trust."
Luo Qiao said softly, "I have made some medicine to treat burns, I'll apply it for you now, and you should keep it to yourself, can you not tell others?"
Stone turned to Luo Qiao: "Maybe we shouldn't, in case someone else finds out. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble because of me."
Luo Qiao had already opened the tin jar and took out the tools she had prepared at home: "This medicine will be absorbed by the skin quickly and won't leave any trace on the skin."
Stone said: "Then alright, as long as it doesn't cause you any trouble."
Luo Qiao carefully helped Stone apply the medicine to his back and then began to worry. How was she going to deal with the wounds on his buttocks and thighs now? Stone was already eight years old, and Luo Qiao really felt embarrassed about pulling down his pants.