The excess fabric had been cut off, leaving only the fabric stuck to the back. Lu Zhicheng could no longer use the scissors, so he had to put down the scissors, stood up and fetched a jar of realgar wine.
Lu Zhicheng put the handkerchief into the wine jar and twisted it. Then he took a deep breath, put the handkerchief on Zhou Chi's back, and wiped it gently, so that Zhou Chi's entire back was covered. Covered with realgar wine.
While applying the ointment, Lu Zhicheng thought about yesterday, in this big tent, Zhou Chi also applied the ointment on himself in this way. For a moment, Lu Zhicheng felt even more guilty, and the movements of his hands were also... Then it became softer.
"It hurts..." Zhou Chi choked intermittently, "Sister... I hurt so much..."
Lu Zhicheng knew that Zhou Chi was not awake, but the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt. A serious and old-fashioned person like Zhou Chi would only grit his teeth and endure the pain, and he would only do it when he was unconscious. Would he show such a fragile look
"Just bear with it, bear with it, it will be fine..." Lu Zhicheng comforted softly, his tone was so gentle that even he himself was not aware of it, although Zhou Chi couldn't hear it at all.
The realgar wine soaked Zhou Chi's back. Lu Zhicheng applied it again. After using up the jar of realgar wine, he gently peeled off the layer of silk sticking to the wound. With just one move, Zhou Chi's The crying became even louder. Lu Zhicheng couldn't do anything when he heard the sound. The sweat beads on his face fell down. In fact, his whole body was already soaked with sweat.
He simply didn't know what to do, so he squatted stiffly in front of the bed, staring blankly at Zhou Chi and crying softly.
When Zhou Chi's crying subsided, he took a deep breath again and went to remove the layer of silk. Zhou Chi still cried, but Lu Zhicheng did not stop this time. Little by little, he finally peeled off the entire piece of silk. When he finally threw away the blurred piece of silk, his hands were already trembling.
Zhou Chi's injury was much more serious than Lu Zhicheng imagined. His entire back was a bloody mess. Lu Zhicheng looked at the injury without a good spot. He couldn't breathe for a long time. His legs were a little Soft, his mouth was a little dry, and his head was a little dizzy. He took a deep breath, then stood up and brought the medicine box over. In the army camp, almost every tent has such a medicine box, not to mention that he is a Zhennan University. The general's tent was fully stocked with medicines, as well as many valuable medicines he brought out from the palace, but Lu Zhicheng did not expect that these medicines would be used on Zhou Chi.
He then carefully cleaned Zhou Chi's entire back with realgar wine, and then applied a layer of golden sore medicine on his back. By the time all this was done, Lu Zhicheng was already exhausted. He had been in high spirits since he got up early. He was mentally nervous, and the strings in his head were still tense. When he was applying the medicine just now, Zhou Chi kept crying quietly, and the crying was like a whip, hitting him hard every time.
At this time, when he saw the tears on Zhou Chi's face, he felt even more heartbroken. He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhou Chi's eyes.
Following Lu Zhicheng's movements, Zhou Chi's frown relaxed slightly. Lu Zhicheng was startled, his heart suddenly raised to his throat, and then he hurriedly leaned over and called out in a low voice: " Zhou Chi, are you awake?"