"That's too much trouble. It's just a superficial wound. Apply some medicine and bandage it, and it will scab over in a few days."
Gu Ji waved his hand and was about to apply the medicine on himself.
But seeing his awkward twist and lowered head, Chen Zhiyu snatched the medicine bottle from his hand, "Let me help you with that!"
"Huh? No need, I can just apply some medicine..."
"Stand still!"
Who knew, Chen Zhiyu didn't even give him a chance to refute.
With a stern rebuke, Gu Ji had no choice but to stand obediently in front of her, while the girl sat on the edge of the bed, holding a cotton swab in her hand, dipped in disinfectant iodine, and gently applied it to the wound on his side rib.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't."
Gu Ji replied, unable to resist looking down.
There were not many opportunities to look at Chen Zhiyu from this close up.
