"Dead girl, taking joy in others' misfortunes, aren't you?"
Mu Tianye furrowed his brows, wanting to explode with anger, but she had already released him and quickly turned to run off.
"Wait, I'll find something to treat it!"
With familiar ease, she found the medical kit and sewing kit, and Ning Xiaofei quickly returned to the sofa, sitting down beside him.
Mu Tianye frowned displeasedly at the sight of the sewing kit in her hand.
Liar!
Just a moment ago you said you didn't know where the needle was.
By now, Xiaofei had already reached out to take his hand, placing it in her lap.
"Don't move!"
She turned around and took a needle from the sewing kit, sterilized it with alcohol, then steadied his finger again.
"Such a big blister can easily get infected if torn; I'll puncture the skin to squeeze the fluid out, otherwise, it'll hurt for days... It'll hurt a bit, just bear with it!"