Chapter 38： pain

Chapter 38 hurts

Cloud painting clenched his teeth.

The slower she starts, the more hesitate, the longer he will hurt!

So the most correct way for her now is to concentrate on cleaning up his wounds quickly and accurately!

In the past, she was in a mental hospital. She racked her brains before the dean promised her to take care of the dying mother. At that time, the sore, acne and carrion of her mother were cleaned up by her.

Only the mother was unaware at that time, no matter how she cleaned her mother's wounds, the mother would not give any reaction!

She knows that her mother does not hurt, and she will not be too hesitant.

Now, Shi Siqing’s perception is very keen, but if she hesitates again, it will only make him more guilty.

The cloud painting held her breath and her face became firm. She gritted her teeth and quickly started, not thinking about his pain!

Pain, how can it not hurt?

Bo Siqing was sore and sweaty, and the clothes were all wet.

What attracts his attention more than pain is the girl in front of him.

A little girl, how can there be that expression?

To know such a wound, most people will feel terrible when they look at it. They don’t dare to start. Her first reaction is to turn her head away. But so quickly, she can adjust it and get it right!

Bo Siqing is really interested in this little girl.

"Can you see it?" Because the attention was too concentrated, the forehead of the cloud painting also showed intensive sweat.

Bosiqing looked at the wound carefully and nodded. "Yes. Now pour the alcohol up."

The fist of the cloud painting was tightened again.

Such a wound... the alcohol is poured up...

It will really hurt people!

The pain in that moment can make people feel awkward.

"Nothing, hurry up." Bo Siqing still laughs.

The hand of the cloud painting shook a bit, and finally he gritted his teeth and wiped the alcohol on his wound with a cotton ball!

When the alcohol fell on his wound, the cloud painting clearly saw the muscles of his chest pumping, his hands were tightened instantly, his arms were violent, and the two long legs were instantly stretched.

The sweat on the forehead, such as the big soybeans, rolled and fell, and even his eyes were stained with scarlet.

But he didn't even have a voice!

Cloud painting took a deep breath, and quickly sterilized the skin around the wound with hydrogen peroxide, then opened an amoxicillin capsule and poured the powder inside.

Then there is Yunnan Baiyao.

Then she took a piece of gauze and opened it. The folded gauze was too small and had to be fully opened to cover his wound.

When I have done all this, the whole picture of the cloud painting seems to have been fished out of the water, and the strength of the whole body is gone.

"I won't have anything. I want to sleep, you don't care about me..." Bo Siqing still smiled, but his voice was a lot lower, and obviously he couldn't hold it anymore.

Cloud painting nodded, and after giving him some water, he went downstairs.

But she couldn't rest assured at all. In the middle of the night, she went upstairs again.

Sure enough, he has a fever!

I haven't eaten antipyretics for a long time, can't eat any more, what should I do? Only physical cooling!

Cloud painting quickly ran downstairs, took two towels soaked, placed it on the lower floor of the refrigerator, and then took the towel and the basin upstairs.

She had to help him scrub the body a little, then use alcohol to rub alcohol on the neck of his neck, underarms, feet and ... femoral artery, cool down!

For the past and present, it is the first time that a man’s clothes are painted like this!

(End of this chapter)