In fact, he didn't want her to know that he was injured, but she appeared too suddenly, when he had just finished taking a shower and was disinfecting the wound on his leg, he only cared about getting dressed, but he didn't care about the medicine box on the coffee table.

Unexpectedly, just like that, she still found out.

It can be seen from the bloody cotton balls in the trash can that Su Zhinian's injury should not be light.

Song Qingchun saw that he didn't say anything for a long time, so he couldn't help but squat in front of him, stretched out his hand, and touched his body, and when her hand touched his right calf, Su Zhinian, who was originally immersed in his thoughts, trembled violently.

Song Qingchun immediately stopped his movements, carefully rolled up his suit pants slowly, and then saw that there were large abrasions on his legs, and there were two places where the bruises were more serious, and small beads of blood were still bubbling out.

"Why did it hurt so badly?" Song Qingchun frowned, asked rhetorically, and then turned around naturally, took the tweezers, added cotton balls, dipped some alcohol, and wiped Su Zhinian's wound: "Bear with it, it may hurt a little." ”

After speaking, the cotton ball hit Su Zhinian's wound.

Although the man didn't make any movement, Song Qingchun still saw his legs and shook gently.

Her disinfection action instinctively eased a lot.

Song Qingchun changed several cotton balls in a row before she finished poisoning Su Zhinian's wound, she took a cotton swab, squeezed some ointment, and gently applied it to the wound, and couldn't help but ask again: "Was it accidentally bruised when I was fighting with the courier in the morning?" ”

Actually, no, but he couldn't let her know that he had this injury because he had an ability beyond ordinary people, so Su Zhinian faced her inquiry, said "um" softly, and perfunctory.

"It must hurt to bruise such a large area, right? Why didn't you say that the wound should be treated sooner, what if it is infected? ”

Song Qingchun muttered non-stop while taking the medicine, and in the end, inadvertently, her tone was blaming.

"And it's still the right leg, when you drive back, doesn't it hurt to press the brake throttle?"

"Also, you still ......" Song Qingchun said this, suddenly paused, and said: "After walking so many ways, do you have any pain nerves...... Do you really think you're made of iron? And they're all injured, what else are you going to shower? ”

"You're a person, will you take care of yourself......

Su Zhinian listened to Song Qingchun's complaints and blames, without the slightest displeasure, he stared at her little face who was seriously medicated, and the corners of his lips rose slightly little by little.

She's caring about him...... She almost blurted out just now, you still carried me for so many miles......

An indescribable satisfaction spread throughout his body.

He never expected her to be good to him, so every time she was a little bit good to him, he was content as if he had the whole world.

Song Qingchun applied the medicine, afraid that Su Zhinian's pants would be difficult to heal from the friction wound, so he hesitated for a moment, but still took the gauze, bandaged the wound simply, and then fixed it with tape.

"Don't remove this gauze tonight, lest the wound be rubbed and heal slowly......"