The wound on Ruan Jiaojiao's calf isn't small, it's six to seven centimeters long. Though not very deep, because Ruan Jiaojiao's skin is tender, this wound somehow looks more serious than others.
Ruan Jiaojiao pouted and nodded, wondering why she was particularly unlucky.
The doctor saw Ruan Jiaojiao's delicate state and knew she might not be able to endure the disinfection, so he told Xiu Xi, "Young man, hold your sister's leg. This disinfection will hurt a bit. Don't let her move, or it will be bad if she gets hurt again."
Hearing this, Xiu Xi's face naturally became even gloomier.
He sat behind Ruan Jiaojiao, one hand holding her injured calf and the other pressing her little cheeks against his chest, then signaled the doctor to start the disinfection.
