The Rebirth of Crazy Ger

13

After everyone left, the man squatted in front of Wang Jin and checked the wounds on his body again. The medicine mud was rubbed off a lot along the way, revealing the bruises inside.

Some bruises and bruises were covered with white flesh wounds, old wounds were not healed and new wounds were added. No matter how many times he saw it, the man always felt distressed. He asked in a warm voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Wang Jin was taken aback, and followed the man's gaze to look at the wound on his body.

In fact, ever since he woke up after drinking a cup of tea in his dream, Wang Jin discovered that his injury would only hurt at the moment of injury, and then the pain would quickly dissipate, although the wound still took a while to heal. But the tormenting pain was gone.

This time too, although it was painful when I first woke up, the pain was unbearable, but it didn't take long for the pain to miraculously dissipate.

The injuries on his body now actually looked terrible, and did not affect him in any other way.

Just as Wang Jin was about to speak, he saw the man's worried gaze out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, the "it's okay" that he was about to say suddenly turned into a sticky coquettish: "It hurts, it hurts."

The sweet voice contained grievances, like a knife wrapped in honey, instantly piercing into the man's heart.

The man's heart ached, and the invisible guilt made him breathless. His voice was a little lower: "...I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

"..." The man answered earnestly and solemnly. From Wang Jin's perspective, he could just see his distressed expression as he looked at his wound.

Wang Jin's heart twitched, as if there was a rabbit in his heart, stepping on the fine drum beats...

"I'll give you some more medicine, and the pain will disappear soon. Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again, and I won't let you suffer any more harm."

The man seemed to be swearing a certain oath, speaking absolutely and definitely.

This made Wang Jin embarrassed to lie to him like this again.

He touched his nose guiltily, and said hesitatingly: "Actually... it doesn't hurt much."

"..." The man didn't answer, as if he didn't really believe it.

He took out a small porcelain jar from his pocket, opened the lid, and inside was the medicinal mud from before. He dug some out with his fingers, and carefully applied the medicine to Wang Jin again.

When Wang Jin was applying the medicine, he looked back at the things that Xiao Ruo had sent back. The things were placed on a table full of things that Wang Jin didn't know. He turned sideways and turned backwards. It was found that there were no herbs left.

He hurriedly held the man's hand, stopped him from continuing to apply the medicine, and asked, "Have you used up all the herbs you picked? Only the ones in your hand are left?"

He remembered that when he woke up, many people were using this medicinal paste, and the remaining medicinal paste should not be much.

The man nodded slightly.

Wang Jin frowned annoyedly, quickly grabbed the porcelain jar and said, "Then what else do you paint on me?"

As he spoke, he dug some out of the jar, wiped it on the man's face and said, "It should be used here."

The soft fingers pressed the scar on the cheek, and the cold medicinal paste was slowly kneaded and warmed, and the heat penetrated into the body, and spread from the skin there, making the whole body warm , as if being wrapped in hot springs, it reveals crispness from top to bottom.