Shen Ning didn't expect that the boy in linen would notice his injuries and specially prepare ointment for him.
"Mr. Miracle Doctor, thank you. Your medicine is so good. It doesn't hurt much after you apply it." She was grateful and said sincerely.
Speaking of which, she felt a little sorry for him. After all, her method of asking him to come for medical treatment was not aboveboard, and could even be said to be a bit despicable.
But in order to save Shaobai, she would do anything despicable and shameless without hesitation.
She thought that this boy in linen clothes would hate her to the core, but she didn't expect that he looked cold, but he was so attentive that he even noticed the small details of her injury.
He gave himself medicine without forgetting the old evil, but he still used his scheming intentions on him, which was really inappropriate.
Shen Ning decided that after the injury on her hand healed, she would write down the few medical books she had memorized without reservation and give them to the young man in linen clothes.
"Hmph, you think this is an ointment to treat your injury? That's a good idea." The young man in Mai snorted coldly, took a handkerchief, and wiped off all the light green ointment smeared on the back of her hand.
Shen Ning was stunned.
"What kind of crappy thing did you apply on it? Do you think that crappy stuff can cure your injury?" The miracle doctor boy said sarcastically with a slight curl in his mouth.
She understood that the boy in linen was referring to the ointment Mo Chuan had prepared for her, and she smiled and said, "That is the best Jinchuang ointment. Does Mr. Miracle Doctor think it's bad?"
"Hmph, you really don't understand medical skills, you're talking nonsense! The best gold ointment? It's used to treat broken wounds and bleeding. The back of your hand was injured, and the injuries are completely different. Can the ointment used be the same? "He snorted coldly.
Shen Ning blinked and suddenly realized: "I understand. No wonder the injury on the back of my hand is getting worse with more application. It turns out that I applied the wrong medicine."
"You're not that stupid, but I might as well tell you that if you continue to apply your bullshit golden wound ointment, the back of your hand will fester and pus will turn into a big sore tomorrow."
"Is it so serious?" She opened her eyes wide.
"You think it's not serious? Humph, you think you can hide the injury on your hand so that others can't see it? I can smell the medicine you applied!"
The boy in linen snorted angrily again and opened another medicine box. This time it was a box of ointment as red as rouge. He picked a large piece and applied a thick layer on the back of her hand. , then took another white bandage and wrapped her hand tightly.
"The grass ointment I applied to you before was to remove the dampness and fire in your shabby ointment first. The peach blossom ointment I applied to you this time has the effect of activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis. It will take about twelve hours to remove blood stasis. Reduce the swelling, but you can’t touch the water or move around during these twelve hours, got it?”
His technique was naturally extremely skillful and his movements were graceful, and he had finished bandaging it in a short time.
Shen Ning looked at her hands, which were bandaged like rice dumplings, and felt dumbfounded.
It's just a minor injury. Is it necessary to make such a big deal about it
However, she was still deeply grateful for the Mai Yi boy's kindness.
"I don't need you to thank me. I don't have any good intentions in treating your injury. I just want your injury to heal quickly and give me what you owe me."
The boy in Mai rolled his eyes at her, saw the gratitude in her eyes, and snorted disdainfully.