He Beichen was lying on the bed, he no longer had any strength. Even that was uncomfortable, but the whip marks on his back kept him from moving.

Fan gently opened the medicine box, took out a bottle of iodine from it, and looked at his brother's bloodstained back, he felt an indescribable pain.

"Brother, ...... you" He Beifan gently twisted the cap of the iodine bottle, but it was a little difficult to start.

It wasn't that He Beichen didn't see Beifan's hesitation, but pain was a normal thing for him.

What's more, he can't leave the wound on his back alone, even if every minute is torment for him now.

"You start, I'm fine." He said lightly, his voice sounding hoarse, but the appearance of pretending to be strong was really distressing.

"I ......" Even though my brother was ready to take the medicine, the bloody wound on his body made Beifan feel an indescribable timidity.

The younger brother's hesitation made He Beichen feel even more painful, and he began to lose his temper, "Fan, it's okay, you just need to take medicine." I've taken all the rattans, can I not hold it up if you take the medicine? ”

His voice was low, but it invisibly revealed a backbone. Fan sighed softly, his brother has been like this since he was a child, his temperament is too strong, and he has fallen a lot of injuries.

Obviously, it is not himself who wants to disinfect with iodine wine, but Fan looks so cowardly at this time.

The boy's hand trembled uncontrollably, and he saw that he was about to drop the medicine bottle on the ground, but he grabbed it violently. "Brother, then, then I'm drugged." He asked tentatively, perhaps, he had never seen such a serious injury, and he felt at a loss.

"Hmm." Bei Chen replied softly, he felt unusually tired.

Sometimes, teenagers prefer to sleep on their own and never wake up again. He Beichen looked relieved, but he threw the problem to his younger brother.

Bei Fan couldn't help but look at his scarred back. Fan, who grew up under the protection of his mother, naturally did not experience the taste of rattan.

"Brother, otherwise, I'll take you to the hospital, I'll ...... your injury" He Beifan rubbed for a long time, but spit out such a sentence.

Even though Bei Chen has always been gentle to him, Chen at this time was a little unbearable, "What hospital are you going to?" Am I so squeamish? Brother's two words of complaining made Beichen feel an indescribable pain.

The boy's voice was very low, but it revealed a little helplessness, "That's it, Fan, I know you can't do it." You don't have to think about anything, and don't think that it's your brother who is lying in bed, just treat me as a stranger, come on. ”

His tone sounded very light, and it was also to reduce Beifan's psychological burden.

This time, Fan could no longer shirk it, but the wine bottle in the young man's hand was even heavier. I don't know what to do if my brother is injured like this.

Beifan also lacks medical knowledge, and he can still deal with the trivial matter of putting a band-aid on it, but this time......

He Beifan pouted helplessly, took out the cotton ball in the medicine box, and there was a medicine clip in the box, but Beifan didn't know how to use it. Cotton balls are supposed to go well with alcohol, but ......

"Put the cotton balls in the iodine bottle and soak them, just rub them for me." He Beichen said very casually, even if he didn't know how to deal with the wound, but the boy had always shown disdain for the injuries on his body.

"It's okay, wipe it, what are you still stunned about? You didn't hit the wound on my back. Bei Chen couldn't help frowning.

He Beifan took a breath of cool air, soaked the cotton ball in the iodine wine bottle with a medical clip, and then took it out again.

But looking at the blood marks on his brother's back, the young man's hands were still shaking uncontrollably. "You wipe it, it's okay." Bei Chen persuaded him again, and this time Fan began to disinfect him.

He Beifan sat on the edge of the bed, the cotton ball in his hand stretched out towards his brother's injured back, "Brother, you bear with it." Beifan still admonished with some uneasiness.

Then he began to wipe Beichen's skin with a cotton ball soaked in iodine. The boy didn't apply the deep blood marks, but carefully wiped them beside the fine wounds, trying to reduce the blood stains on his brother's skin.

However, before he could wipe it a few times, the cotton ball that had just been clean was completely soaked with blood, and He Beifan threw it in the trash can under his desk with a little frustration.

"Brother, wait a minute, I'll change a cotton ball." The boy said and started to prepare, at this time He Beichen seemed very quiet, he lay there without anxiety, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." Bei Chen said lightly.

"Brother, I really admire you." He Beifan muttered to himself while dipping the cotton ball.

His cold words made He Beichen feel funny, "Admire? What do you admire about me? The boy asked with interest, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became lighter.

"I admire how tolerant you are." He Beifan rolled his eyes and said slowly, and couldn't help but look at the blood stains on his brother's back.

"If I am punished like this, I may fight my aunt." Fan pouted, looking a little playful, but he did think so.

Bei Chen actually laughed when he heard Fan's frivolous words, but the young man didn't dare to exert too much strength, for fear of breaking the wound, "Fan, you have the ability." ”

Until now, the boy did not forget to tease his younger brother, "Then last time, when you were taught by the piano teacher, why didn't you fight back?" ”

Perhaps in order to divert his attention, the topic moved to Beifan's body again.

Unexpectedly, Beifan, who was holding an iodine wine bottle in his hand, suddenly became serious, and the young man paused for two seconds, and then said, "These are two different things, brother, Teacher Yin hit the back of my hand to make me play better in the future, but, auntie, she ......."

He Beifan's words were not finished, but he was interrupted by his brother again, "What's the difference about this?" There was a depth in Beichen's tone that his peers did not have.

"They are the division commanders, and it is natural to teach us a lesson, so how can there be any reason to fight back?" may have been strictly disciplined since childhood, He Beichen is more mature than boys of the same age.

"But......" Beifan carefully wiped his brother's back with a cotton ball, which was a kind of sadness that did not need to be said.

"But what?" Beichen looked very relieved.

"So, you don't have to admire me. In fact, your endurance is no worse than mine, if one day your aunt whips you like this, you still can't bear it? He Beichen speculated with his own thinking.

Fan Ze shook his head helplessly, his brother was too stupid. He Beifan has endurance, but not everything can be endured.

For example, the blood marks on his back were beaten, and he couldn't bear it. The boy thought, and the cotton ball in his hand inadvertently touched his brother's wound.

"Ahh Bei Chen subconsciously screamed, so frightened that his younger brother directly shook the cotton ball in the clip to the ground.

"Brother, you, are you okay?" The boy's voice trembled, and his eyes stared directly at his brother's slightly pale face. He Beichen looked full of perseverance.

But also, he survived a meal of rattan, and now what else would he be afraid of.

"You go on." He said lightly, but He Beifan didn't dare to start again, the young man stared at his brother's wounds, they were too dense, making Fan have an inexplicable sense of fear.

Bei Chen looked at his younger brother's timid appearance, but kept cheering him up on the side, "Come on, Fan, rub it on my wound, it hurts so much, it's nothing." ”

He said as if to cheer himself up, "Besides, anti-inflammatory, how can there be a reason not to treat wounds." ”

Beifan sighed, gritted his teeth, and wiped the blood on He Beichen's spine.

This time Beichen was prepared in advance, and when the pain deepened, he didn't scream again. Instead, he bit his lip tightly, as if swallowing the pain into his stomach.

Fan knew how painful his brother was, and he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he was bold and careful, and accelerated his hand speed.

It's just that there are still a few wounds that have not been treated, but he can already feel his brother's body trembling, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

This made Beifan can't help but stop, "Brother, I see that you hurt a lot." Rest for a while before taking medicine, right? The boy's tears swirled back and forth in those bright eyes.

"Go on." A layer of cold sweat broke out on He Beichen's forehead, and his hands were stubbornly clutching the edge of the bed, and the green tendons burst out, but he didn't have the slightest intention of escaping.

Anyone who naturally knows his brother's temper, no matter how painful he is, he will be so arrogant. Bei Chen's body was still trembling, but it was a little more bloody.

I don't know how long it took, when Fan finally wiped the blood stains on his brother's back, he threw the bloody cotton balls to the ground, and the room was an oppressive smell of blood.

Bei Fan picked up the ointment and gently applied it to Bei Chen, probably because Fang had already suffered from iodine wine.

At this time, Bei Chen's pain was also reduced a little, and he felt his brother's hand, gently, it was also a kind of comfort.

After spending half a tube of ointment, He Beichen's back injury was no longer so shocking.

The blood stains were wiped away one by one, and the excessively fine vine marks also faded slightly scarlet at this time, "Okay, brother." ”

Beifan said, and twisted the lid of the ointment, "The medicine is good for you, you can lie down for a while." ”

Unexpectedly, Bei Chen actually got up from the bed. The boy did not dare to turn over, so he just sat up on his knees, and could not help feeling the pain in his knees, so he quickly got out of bed.

He picked up the pajamas on the bedside table and tried to put them on. was snatched away by his younger brother again, "Brother, if you lie down for a while, why are you in a hurry?" ”

He Beichen snatched it up again, and said something unhearted, "What is lying down, it's just a little injury." ”

He wanted to be strong, which made Beifan feel distressed when he looked at it, and he was afraid that his brother would open the wound again. "Then I'll help you." Fan took the shirt in Beichen's hand and helped him put it on gently, and fastened the buttons for him.