"No... can't apply it..."
"But he's burned..." Su Bingbing's voice trailed off towards the end.
Chen Mu coldly glanced at He Congming, "You can spit it out now!"
He Congming did as told.
While placing an ice cube in a cup and handing it to He Congming, Chen Mu explained, "Most burn ointments on the market are for external use."
"In this case, even if he goes to the hospital, it's tough for them to apply medication to his throat."
This time, Chen Mu didn't need to say anything.
He Congming started to keep the water in his mouth and spit it out after intervals.
Although he still couldn't speak much, He Congming clearly felt his throat was more comfortable than before.
He looked at Chen Mu with bright eyes.
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"No way... does this guy think Dr. Chen will praise him for being smart...?"
"Even I, who didn't attend high school, know he should repeat the previous steps. What's to praise here?"
