"No, minor injury."

Bo Si Qing laughs and takes the medicine she handed over and swallows it directly. The action is very natural and unrestrained.

But obviously, he's not in a good condition now, and he's panting for a moment.

"Girl, do me a favor." Said Bo Siqing.

"What?" Cloud painting is not clear.

Bo Si Qing took out a multifunctional Swiss knife, opened it and handed it to Yun Hua: "disinfect with alcohol."

Yunhua bit his lip, but finally did as he said.

After disinfecting the blade with alcohol, she was still worried: "this disinfection is not thorough..."

"Nothing. In the jungles of Myanmar, there was no alcohol disinfection before. " Bo Si Qing laughed and said, "help me untie the gauze."

Yunhua took a deep breath and carefully untied the gauze for him.

The wound was infected and suppurated and even smelled of rotten meat.

This smell is quite familiar to cloud painting. When she was put into a mental hospital in her last life, her mother had been paralyzed in another ward of the same mental hospital for several years. She was covered with poisonous sores and bedsores The smell of rotten meat attracted all the flies, settled down on her body, and grew a lot of maggots

Yunhua was not frightened by the smell of rotten meat, but by his wound.

Especially ferocious wound!

It's like a bullet exploding here, and the meat here is rotten.

What a pain!

"It's OK. Help me scrape off the rotten meat on it and bandage it again. It will grow well in a few days." Bo Si Qing said lightly.

The eyes of cloud painting are red in an instant.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry, girl. It's OK. I'll tell you, last time I was in Burma, the bullet went straight through my shoulder blade and embedded in my shoulder blade. Later, my shoulder almost rotted. I did the same thing. Just gouge out the rotten meat and pluck out the bullet from the bone. Don't worry. It's all right. "

Bo Si Qing said simply, but the expression on his face was not taken seriously.

But the tears of cloud painting still fell.

"Well, forget it. I'll do it myself. If you are afraid, turn around and don't look... " Bo Si Qing reluctantly muttered, "the most can not see the little girl crying."

Yun Hua took a deep breath, bit his lips and looked at him: "tell me how to do it."

Bo Si Qing was stunned, "do you really want to help me with the wound? Not afraid? "

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yun Hua glared at him angrily.

Bo Siqing laughed, "it's very simple. I'll tell you..."

Under the guidance of Bo Siqing, Yunhua shook his hands and scraped the rotten flesh from his wound.

Although the wound is not on her own body, although Bo Siqing did not move and did not show any pain in order not to give her pressure, Yunhua was still very afraid!

She cuts very lightly.

"Girl, you must scrape off all the rotten meat and scrape it to the place where the raw meat is. You can see that this kind of bright red meat can be exposed. As long as we leave a little bit of rotten meat, we will be in vain today. " Bo Si Qing said helplessly, "don't be unable to do it. It doesn't hurt. Don't worry."

Yunhua is biting his lips, forcing himself to exert himself, and forcing himself to be ruthless.

He said it didn't hurt, but how could it not?

When she can't see his chest heave?

When she couldn't see the blue veins on the back of his clenched hand?

Or when she couldn't see his face was pale and his forehead was covered with sweat?

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