Qiao Mo applied a slight force and immediately felt the wound tear at the shirt, her heart tightened, and her hands shook a little.
Yet he still showed no reaction, as if he felt nothing, silently watching her.
Qiao Mo swallowed, looked up at him, and once again fell into those deep eyes, she nervously asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
He said nothing, staring directly into her eyes, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Without a response, Qiao Mo looked at the wound on the chest again, then turned to the doctor beside her, looking at him for help.
The doctor snapped back to reality and immediately handed her some alcohol cotton balls: "Use these, but it will hurt."
Qiao Mo took the alcohol cotton balls, but before touching his wound, her own tears almost fell from the pain.
She had gripped the dagger earlier, and her hand was cut not lightly, and now the alcohol stung fiercely.
