"Oh my, it's truly magical; it doesn't hurt at all anymore," Han Yingying exclaimed with feigned surprise.
Shen Weilan's eyes curved with a delighted smile at the words, "Weilan's huff huff, great job."
"Great job."
Shen Weici, however, silently picked up the first-aid kit and pulled Han Yingying to sit on the sofa. He rummaged through the kit with a grave expression.
Seeing his deeply aggrieved face, Han Yingying kindly reminded him, "First use this iodine to disinfect."
Following the direction of her finger, Shen Weici's eyes brightened. He hurriedly picked up the iodine and clumsily yet earnestly helped her to disinfect the wound.
"Then put on a band-aid," Han Yingying directed further.
Shen Weici quickly grabbed the band-aid and methodically helped her put it on.
After looking over Han Yingying's hand for a while, he lifted his head and instructed very seriously, "You can't, get it wet."
Han Yingying playfully complied, "Yes, Dr. Shen."
Dr. Shen?
