Jiang Jingming didn't say anything, just continued to lower his head and help her treat the wound.
The wound on the arm was already treated.
Sang Yu's eyes also turned red.
How could it not hurt? When the alcohol disinfected, the pain shot straight to the nerves.
Next, Jiang Jingming picked up the scissors and cut open the fabric on her leg, revealing her slender, long, fair, and delicate calf.
The scar on the knee with blood stains was particularly conspicuous.
Jiang Jingming's eyes darkened a bit, he put down the things in his hands, and turned to leave the room.
Sang Yu was puzzled, looking at the large red area on her knee, already somewhat blurred with flesh and blood.
Just thinking about the upcoming disinfection, her physiological tears couldn't help but come out.
She hurriedly wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
After a while, Jiang Jingming came back.
He handed the things in his hand to Sang Yu.
"What?" Sang Yu's gaze fell on his hand in confusion.
