Because of this, Ji Xubai successfully entered the house with his injured hand.
Wen Zhigu stood in the room, looking at him and his face turned slightly pale in pain. He was a little at a loss for a moment, opened his mouth and asked, "How about I go find the doctor?"
No matter what, it was because of her that someone got hurt this time, and Ji Xubai did seem to be in pain, so she couldn't let someone lose her hand.
Ji Xubai shook his head, and when he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, and he gasped in pain: "The examination room is remote, it is difficult to find a doctor, and it is so late... Please don't go out..."
"Then..." Wen Zhiyu looked at his increasingly red and swollen hands, and the long knuckles were still marked with two clear red marks from being pinched by the door. She hesitated and asked uncomfortably, "Can you move now?"
Ji Xubai shook his head and looked at her lingeringly.
Wen Zhigu: "...don't look at me like this."
"I know, if my hand is really crippled, it will be the retribution I deserve. I owe you so much, even one hand is not enough..." Ji Xubai still stared at her and said in a soft voice.
Wen Zhigu frowned slightly and turned around and went out without listening to his useless words of bitterness.
"Knowing the past..."
When Ji Xubai saw that she was about to leave, he subconsciously wanted to get up. Wen Zhigu paused and turned to glance at him indifferently, "If you don't want your hand to become useless, just stay with me honestly."
Hearing this, Ji Xubai was slightly startled, then nodded and sat back down.
He heard a commotion coming from the yard. Wen Zhigu seemed to have gone to boil water.
Ji Xubai looked down at his pinched hand and felt that the injury was not serious enough. He pinched it hard with his other hand until it became more red, swollen and bruised, and then gave up.
The whole process seemed to be completely painless.
Wen Zhigu didn't know that the injuries he had suffered during his four years in Bei Ge were far more serious than this. This minor injury was not enough to cause him such pain.
However, Ji Xubai noticed that after he was pretending to be in pain, Zhirou's eyes were clearly worried about him. This made Ji Xubai's heart jump, wishing he could hurt his hand more seriously in order to win Zhirou's sympathy.
Not long after, Wen Zhigu came in with a basin of hot water.
When she came in, she glanced at Ji Xubai's injured hand and found that his hand was getting more red and swollen. She couldn't help but frowned: "Does it hurt more?"
Ji Xubai shook his head slightly, but it was not difficult to see that his face was very pale and he didn't know how much pain he felt.
Wen Zhigu walked up to him with a frown, put the basin on the table, and said coldly: "You can apply hot water yourself."
Ji Xubai tried to use his other hand to pick up the wet handkerchief in the hot water basin. After picking it up, he didn't care whether the wet handkerchief was wrung out, and poured it on the injured hand on the table...
Clamping and burns…
Ji Xubai was so painful that he almost burst into tears, "I know..."
Wen Zhigu: "..."
She was really frightened by him, and quickly reached out to take away the wet handkerchief in his hand that was so hot it could burn. She couldn't help scolding him: "What are you doing? Why don't you squeeze out the water first when it's so hot?"
Ji Xubai groaned twice in pain, "I can't twist it with one hand..."
"Then you... can't pour hot water on your hands..."
Ji Xubai's eyes were red with pain, and he whispered: "It's all my fault..."
Wen Zhigu: "..."