"Your hand," Fu Siyu slightly furrowed his brows, "I've asked someone to send over some medicine."
Shu Wan lowered her head to glance at her hand, "It's nothing serious."
But Fu Siyu didn't think so; he made a call to his assistant, and very soon, the assistant brought the medicine over.
"Let me help you disinfect it," said Fu Siyu, reaching for the disinfectant spray.
Shu Wan waved her hand nonchalantly, "It's fine, you go ahead with your work, I can do it myself."
Saying that, Shu Wan took the disinfectant spray and swiftly disinfected the wound. Then she squeezed out a bit of ointment and applied it with extremely practiced hands.
Watching her, Fu Siyu suddenly remarked, "Your technique is as practiced as someone who gets injured often."
Shu Wan's heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained calm, "These things happen often when practicing embroidery."
But in truth, Shu Wan was used to all sorts of injuries from previous martial arts training and combat.
