Pei Huaian quickly returned, holding a jar of ointment in his hand. Due to Shao He's reason, the residence had specially set aside a courtyard for her use.
It served as a place for her to store medicine ingredients and conduct research on them. The courtyard was filled with various ointments and precious medicinal materials, as well as some drugs that were not yet fully researched.
When Shao He saw Pei Huaian return, her gaze fell on the medicine jar in his hand, immediately understanding his intention. He had come to fetch medicine for her.
Shao He was just about to reach out to take it when Pei Huaian avoided her hand. "Let me do it."
He gently grasped Shao He's ankle, spread the ointment over the swollen area, and gently massaged it.
Shao He pursed her lips and obediently leaned against the bed, enjoying this rare warmth.
"Does it hurt?" Pei Huaian, seeing her pale face, felt a surge of pity and asked softly.
Shao He shook her head, such minor injuries were nothing to her.
