"Kai, don't move around, let me apply the medicine for you." Chen Yuxin walked to the bedside, gently removed the iron chain from Ye Shikai's wrist, took out an alcohol swab from the tray, and started to clean the bruises on his wrist. Without inner strength, Ye Shikai was merely a strong cultivator. Seeing the wounds on his wrist, Chen Yuxin's brows furrowed, showing a pained expression.
"Bear with the pain a bit." As the cotton swab in Chen Yuxin's hand touched the wound on the wrist, Ye Shikai gasped sharply. Compared to his previous life-or-death demeanor, the pain seemed to be the only thing that could stimulate Ye Shikai.
