After applying the medicine, Chloe Grant looked like she had been through hell.
Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat.
Even though the medicine had been applied, the pain in her back never subsided.
This wound, for someone who's afraid of pain like her, was pure torture.
Any slight movement hurt, waking up from sleep also due to pain... various pains, various torments.
Matthew Morgan felt heartache as he watched, taking a tissue to wipe the cold sweat from her face.
On the web between his thumb and index finger was a circle of teeth marks, with blood beads in some places.
Clearly, Chloe Grant had bitten down hard just now.
Matthew Morgan didn't seem to mind and continued to wipe the cold sweat and a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"You can't rely on anesthesia forever."
He suddenly said.
Chloe Grant paused, spent almost a minute processing Matthew Morgan's meaning.
