"So long!" Nan Mufeng furrowed his brows in displeasure, "Isn't there a better medicine to cure it?"
The doctor shrugged, "No, there isn't."
Nan Mufeng: "..."
After the doctor left, Nan Mufeng rolled up his sleeves and took out a fruit knife.
Jian Xi was startled and quickly asked, "Honey, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to put some of my blood on you to help you recover." Nan Mufeng said as he had already cut himself. Crimson blood flowed out.
Jian Xi was so angry that her wound hurt: "Are you crazy?"
"The doctor said the wound will itch with the weather change, and it will also hurt if you move suddenly. My blood is the best healing agent in the world, let's try using a little of it."
Nan Mufeng didn't give Jian Xi a chance to refuse, gently applying his blood to her caesarean wound.
Jian Xi was both heartbroken and helpless: "Ah, you fool. I'm an assassin, haven't I suffered all kinds of wounds? How could I be afraid of this little pain?"
