Xiao Lin subconsciously refused, "Ah no need, no need, this will heal up on its own soon."
"Your wound is starting to get infected," Shu Wan's gaze landed on Xiao Lin's arm, "don't you feel a bit numb?"
Shu Wan didn't mention it, and Xiao Lin hadn't felt anything, but as soon as she asked, Xiao Lin immediately felt a numbness on his arm, and psychologically, the sour and numb feeling grew stronger.
Xiao Lin quickly sat down next to Shu Wan, extending his arm, "Then I'll trouble Sister Shu."
Shu Wan dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant iodine tincture, then carefully dabbed it on Xiao Lin's wound.
"Make sure you don't get it wet for the next three days, and eat less irritating food," Shu Wan habitually reminded.
After she finished speaking, Xiao Lin didn't react. Shu Wan looked up only to find Xiao Lin staring blankly at her.
Shu Wan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "What's the matter?"
"No, it's nothing." Xiao Lin came to his senses and quickly shook his head, "I've got it."
