“…” Wang Jin’s eyes twitched.
What a lunatic!
He's a madman, but he's kind-hearted...
The man pressed the scar on his face with his thumb. It had been there for a long time and it didn't hurt anymore. Who would care if it didn't hurt and wasn't life-threatening? Could it be cured? Except for this madman...
The man's brows softened a little. Perhaps, it wouldn't be bad to spend his whole life with such a madman.
"It will be a little painful, just bear with it."
Suddenly hearing a man's voice, Wang Jin looked over and found that the man had lifted one of his legs. There was an unknown brown gun in his hand. After saying this to him, he put the gun on his purple bruises.
Then, knead it vigorously.
Wang Jin cried out in pain, gasped, and struggled on the chair: "What are you doing!"
The man kept moving his hands and whispered to comfort her, "Don't use too much force. The blood clots won't dissolve."
"Don't feel any pain even if it doesn't melt away! Let go! Let go!" Wang Jin kicked the man.
Unexpectedly, the man's whole body was stiff, not to mention being kicked, even if he was hit, his legs would still hurt.
The man saw that he had more bruises due to moving around, so he frowned and clamped his moving legs under his arms, grabbed his moving hands with one hand, and trapped his body between himself and the wall.
“It hurts… it hurts… it hurts…” Wang Jin was about to cry because of the pain.
The boy's cheeks were slightly red, his hair was messy and stuck to his face because of the struggle, and the corners of his eyes were red with transparent tears.
The tearful look made people's hearts soften, and the man's heart was inexplicably beating.
He continued what he was doing, but his tone was more gentle than ever before as he consoled her: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
I don't love you, you immortal! I'm just trying to comfort a three-year-old child!
Wang Jin stared at the man, his face full of gritted teeth.
The man ignored it and continued with his actions.
Wang Jin's eyes turned black due to the pain and he uttered words of begging for mercy, just asking the man to stop.
But the man seemed not to hear anything and kept working.
Whenever he was injured in the past, he was taken care of by several people and given painkillers. How could he have ever been treated so brutally
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and Wang Jin burst into tears.
Crying loudly, like a child.
The man was stunned, and let go of Wang Jin, a little at a loss: "You..."
"You bullied me!" Wang Jin pointed at the man and wiped his tears, but the tears kept coming more and more.
The man smiled bitterly: "I'm healing you."
"You are just bullying me!"
“…” The man felt that his temper had really improved, and he was not angry at all.
but…
The boy in front of me was crying so hard that he was out of breath. His face was red and covered with tears. His hands were just stained with dust from the wall, and when he wiped his tears, the dust got on his face. He looked dirty and pitiful no matter how you looked at him.
Looking at it this way, the man felt that he couldn't be angry...
He squatted down again, wiped his hands on himself, then gently wiped the dust off his face, and coaxed him patiently: "Okay, it's my fault, I apologize, okay? Don't cry."