A dark red scar lay quietly in his hair.
Part of it had already scabbed over, while another part was oozing quite a bit of blood.
It seemed like when the IV stand fell, it happened to hit the spot where she smashed with the ashtray last time, causing the originally almost healed wound to reopen and ooze blood.
Qiao Mo's movements were very gentle, with a touch of caution, although the wound wasn't big, for some reason, it gave her an inexplicable sense of guilt.
However, due to the awkward position and lack of support, she had to lean forward, and soon a thin layer of sweat emerged on her forehead.
After applying the disinfectant, Qiao Mo exhaled lightly, feeling as if her waist was about to break.
She glanced at Fu Nancheng and saw that he was still drooping his eyes, feigning sleep, without any reaction. Qiao Mo changed the medicine while grumbling inwardly.
Although it was true that his wound reopened to save her, couldn't he cooperate a bit!
