Duanmu Minya, who had a thin layer of sweat on her face in this cool late autumn day, exhausted her last bit of strength and finally carried Qiujuan back to her room.
Xia Jin, who was following her with a worried look on her face, wanted to take Qiujuan over many times, but the strong Duanmu Minya shook her head and never let Qiujuan go. She was afraid that Duanmu Minya would tire her, and Duanmu Min was also afraid that Duanmu Minya would tire her.
Ya accidentally fell on Xia Jin's hand.
Duanmu Minya used extraordinary will to carry the unconscious Qiujuan back to the room despite being injured all over her body.
"Miss, sit down quickly and let me help you clean your wounds."
Xia Jin quickly brought a plate of moderately warm hot water, twisted the towel and was about to wipe the blood on Duanmu Minya. Duanmu Minya took it and said nervously to the wound on Xia Jin's face.
"Hurry up and take care of the wound on your face, so as not to leave scars later, which will be troublesome."
"Miss, you also have whip marks on your face. If you don't deal with the scars first, Miss, Xia Jin will not get out of the way, nor will he deal with his own scars."
Xia Jin looked at Duanmu Minya, who was wearing a towel and was about to wipe Qiu Juan, and said firmly, her eyes shining with determination that she meant what she said.
Duanmu Minya looked at Xia Jin's resolute expression and sighed helplessly. She knew that if she didn't agree, Xia Jin, who was resolute, decisive and experienced, would really ignore the scars on her face. Duanmu Minya nodded helplessly.
Jin immediately beamed and happily cleaned the scars on Duanmu Minya's face, applied the gold wound medicine, and then wanted to treat her other wounds, Duanmu Minya's face darkened.
"Go and treat the wound quickly, or I will wipe the medicine off your face immediately."
"Miss……"
"Go quickly!"
Xia Jin murmured her final protest. She wanted to advise Duanmu Minya again and let her help her deal with the scars first, but Duanmu Minya's face turned pale and she immediately raised her hand to wipe away the scars on her face.
Xia Jin was so frightened that she stopped talking. She helplessly stamped her foot and turned around to clean the wound in the mirror.
After Duanmu Minya finished speaking, she took the towel and wiped the whip marks on Qiujuan's back. The blood from some of the whip marks stuck the clothes together. Duanmu Minya took a pair of scissors and carefully cut open the clothes.
, then carefully wetted the clothes with a hot towel, and slowly pulled open the adhesion. She did not dare to pull hard, for fear of pulling out blood from the clotted wound.
She leaned slightly on her body, carefully observed every wound, cleaned up the blood from each wound, and then carefully and gently sprinkled the gold wound medicine evenly on the scar.
She did it so carefully and carefully, as if she was dealing with something fragile and valuable.
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