Lu Mingfei's clothes were quite large for An An, and she adjusted them a bit.
Lu Mingfei definitely wasn't trying to take advantage of her; to him, Zhuo Anan was as pure as a snow lotus on an iceberg.
He slowly undid a few buttons at the top, looking at the two cuts that had already become inflamed and a bit festering.
"An An, the wounds are a bit festering."
She had been scratched in the river, then soaked in the water, and the wounds hadn't been treated with medicine before.
It's normal for them to be inflamed and festering.
"You should take care of the festering areas, try to clean them thoroughly, and then apply the herbal juice."
Since the wounds were on her back, she couldn't handle them herself and had to rely on him.
Lu Mingfei looked at the two wounds, feeling more discomfort than if they were on his own body.
"An An, bear with it."
An An nodded slightly; Lu Mingfei knew some basic treatment methods.
For people like them, getting injuries was as common as eating.
