Bu Qing stood up to leave, but Chuzheng pulled him back.
The boy couldn't steady himself and fell directly into Chuzheng's arms.
Bu Qing, in a panic, tried to get up, but Chuzheng held him down and said, "Don't move, let me check your wound."
Chuzheng adjusted her hold on him, grasping his wrist; the bandage was dirty, soaked with traces of blood.
The bandage was removed, and the wound hadn't healed—it seemed to have worsened.
Chuzheng frowned slightly, "What's going on? Why has it become like this? Who bullied you?"
Bu Qing quickly shook his head and gestured, which took Chuzheng several glances to understand.
It was likely that he accidentally let it get wet.
The bandage was dried by him, but the wound inside had touched the water, causing the deterioration.
Chuzheng looked at the grim wound, feeling upset, and with a cold expression, she cleaned it, applied fresh medication, and re-bandaged it.
