During the application of the ointment, Jane Sampson woke up, suppressing her voice and crying out in pain several times. Eventually, she even wanted to avoid it and didn't want the ointment anymore. "Hold on a bit longer." James Black pressed her wrist without wounds with his knee to prevent her from dodging, making his movements gentler and coaxing softly, "It'll be over soon, just hold on a bit longer. Once it's done, it won't hurt anymore. The medicine will help the wound heal faster."
Jane Sampson's pain brought her to tears, and she looked at James Black, teary-eyed and pitiful, pouting, not believing at all in James Black's words that it would be over soon.
She knew how many cuts were on her arm, so how could it possibly heal so quickly?
James Black is just a liar.
A big liar.
After applying the ointment, James Black's forehead was covered in sweat.
It would still take more than twenty minutes before it was done.
