Wu Ming's injuries were all for her.
He used his own body to shield her from bullets. Wu Ming truly would have given up his life for her.
Baili Xia's hands began to tremble slightly, her heart being pierced with pain, again and again.
"Are you complaining that I'm not in enough pain?"
A hoarse voice from the bedhead drew Baili Xia back from her thoughts.
Baili Xia quickly snapped back to reality. While thinking of these things, the force in her hands had unconsciously intensified.
"I'm sorry, Wu Ming," she quickly apologized.
Baili Xia dared not think much more, immediately proceeding carefully to disinfect his injuries.
She hoped that Wu Ming would not experience even the slightest extra pain.
The entire disinfection process took almost ten minutes to thoroughly clean the wound.
If the injured person were herself, Baili Xia feared she wouldn't have the confidence to endure it.
Throughout these ten minutes, Baili Xia felt as if she could sense every second of pain.
