Buhui put down the medical kit and waved to him, "Come over and sit down, let me take care of your wound. Later, you should go to the hospital for a tetanus shot, don't let it get infected."
"It's not that serious, a little wound like this won't kill me." Mo Beichen said dismissively, but obediently walked over, sat down next to her, and extended his hand to her.
Buhui was momentarily speechless, because he seemed unconcerned about the wound, she thought he really didn't care. Seeing the hand extended towards her now, she found herself at a bit of a loss.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she unscrewed the bottle of medicine, dipped a cotton swab in some iodine, and held his well-defined hand with her other hand, gently swabbing the wound.
The cut was deep, and Mo Beichen slightly flinched his hand. Buhui looked up at him, "Does it hurt?"
Mo Beichen quickly said, "No, it doesn't hurt. I have thick skin."
