Pushing him down into the chair, Ruhuahua washed her hands thoroughly and carefully unwrapped the white bandages. Gazing at the ghastly wounds, her eyes held not a hint of disgust or fear, only focus as she picked up the ointment and gently applied it to the bruised and lacerated flesh.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.
Zhongli Ting let out a soft laugh but said nothing.
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