"Come, sit down, I'll apply medicine on your finger!"
Xiang Yang led Wang Xinyuan to the side, "You need to apply medicine every three hours for your finger, to recover quickly!"
"Oh, okay!"
Wang Xinyuan obediently sat on a stone bench. Xiang Yang unwrapped the bandage on her hand, noticing that the wound was not as shocking as when it was first injured.
He took out ointment from his pocket and carefully applied it to her finger with a cotton swab. She trembled slightly, and he immediately asked, "What happened? Does the wound still hurt?"
"Just a little bit!"
Wang Xinyuan pouted, a hint of coquetry in her tone, "It only hurts a bit when you first touch the wound!"
"I'll be gentler then!"
Xiang Yang controlled his force, using the cotton swab more carefully to apply the medicine for Wang Xinyuan. After the medicine was applied, he took a clean bandage from his pocket and wrapped her finger nicely.
