V2.Chapter 363

The stranger raised her hand and touched the wound on her cheek. Looking at the scarlet color of her fingertips, she did not touch her face very much. "Pingji's nails are well preserved, and she often dyes her fingers with Dankou. Naturally, the wound is not healed well after being scratched."

"But you just don't have to worry. I'm a doctor myself, and how can I hurt myself?" She walked around yanbeicheng, took out a wooden box from the small table at the head of the bed, took out two small porcelain boxes and sat down in front of the dressing mirror.

In one of the porcelain boxes, she made "sterilized cotton" with cotton wadding, purified spirits and other things. In the box, she also stored a small wooden tweezers. She took the tweezers and clipped a piece of "disinfectant cotton" out. Comparing with the blurred copper mirror, she quietly wiped the wound.

This bronze mirror is not as clear as the mercury mirror now, and can only barely see a vague figure. Therefore, she wiped it with a little effort, and she accidentally painted the wrong place several times.

Seeing this, Yan Beicheng took the forceps in her hand and was about to help her wipe the wound. However, the strong smell of wine on the tip of his nose made him act. He could not help but put his strange "cotton wadding" to the tip of his nose and sniff it gently. The original strong wine flavor suddenly became more pungent.

Although he was strange about this thing in his heart, his eyebrows suddenly frowned deeply when he smelled the pungent liquor smell, and his hand movement also stopped. "Did you soak it with strong liquor? Is it not extremely painful to use this

But just now, he saw her silent, as if the flesh of her body was not her own.

"Such a shallow wound, where can the pain go?" On the street flower does not agree with lightly shakes his head, sees him so ink, raises hand to take back forceps, oneself wipe.

Yan Beicheng's big hand hid away from her hand easily. "No, you are so cruel to yourself, or I will help you."

Pause, he seems to think of something, fixed staring at the delicate cheek of the flower on the street, "if it hurts, just shout it out, no one will laugh at you."

Shout it out?

The flower on the street is slightly stunned. She has long been used to the day when all of them resist the pain. When do they cry out because of this little injury? Once upon a time, others would only let her endure a little, and no one would say so to herself.

With this in mind, her deep and calm eyes could not help but roll up gently. Her eyes could not help sticking to Yan Beicheng, who was helping him clean up the wound. Her heart seemed to beat with great concentration.

"Does it hurt?"

She lost her mind until Yan Beicheng put all the tweezers in her hands down and asked in a low voice. She was in a trance and dropped her eyes. She wanted to shake her head to show that she didn't feel pain, but after thinking about it, she gently nodded her head, "there is some pain."

"That's right. The pain has to be said." Yan Beicheng nodded with great satisfaction. He picked up another porcelain box, opened it and looked at the paste inside. He said, "is this for smearing the wound?"

The flower on the stranger hasn't come back from the throb just now, so it's just a tiny point on the jaw, drooping eyes, I don't know what I'm thinking about.

Yan Beicheng gently hooked the ointment with his fingertips and daubed it gently on his cheek. He was like a craftsman who was carving carefully. He was afraid that with a little more effort, he would aggravate the pain of Yi people.

A man who is usually injured is just bandaging at will. Now, he is so careful and solemn to her. How can she not be moved by flowers on the street?