Chu Qianli didn't know what was wrong with her, but under his softened tone, her heart softened too, and she agreed to let him stay and help.
"Make sure to wear your mask properly. The area I've bandaged for you must not be uncovered. Under no circumstances should the wound be exposed to the air here."
The concept of air might not be something he fully understood.
She had to phrase it differently: "In short, the wound can't be exposed."
"...Okay." It turns out, listening to her wasn't such an unbearable thing after all.
In fact, at this moment, Feng Yexuan suddenly felt that following her arrangement to do things was somewhat... rather enjoyable.
Except, his body still felt very heavy, and even his consciousness occasionally drifted for a second, forgetting where he was.
"You're not in a good state right now, not suitable for preparing medicine. Go and make a fire to cook porridge with them; the patients will need to eat when they wake up tomorrow."
