Zhongli Ting found some wound ointment and proceeded to apply a thin, even layer over Ruhuahua’s injury with measured, unhurried movements. "There," he said, offering instructions. "Be careful with it for the next couple of days."
The cool sensation of the application seemed to linger on her skin, making her almost forget the stinging pain she had felt just moments before. Ruhuahua stared at the thin layer of ointment on her wound, momentarily lost in thought. It wasn't until Zhongli Ting spoke that she snapped back to reality. She instinctively pulled her leg back, but when she looked up, Zhongli Ting had already stepped away.
Ruhuahua’s gaze followed him. She watched as he walked over to a wooden basin to wash his hands again, then found a piece of white cloth and began tearing it into strips with his bare hands. Then, he turned back around.
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