In the east wing, Baoer insisted on treating Mu Fan's wounds, but Mu Fan had no choice but to sit obediently on the chair.

Baoer took out scissors from the medicine box and skillfully cut the clothes on Mu Fan's shoulders.

She felt ache when she saw such a long wound.

"This Murong Xueer is too much!" Baoer said lowly with his slave lips.

Why did you forgive her just now? I really feel sorry for her brother Mu Fan if you don’t whip her back.

Mu Fan's face was good. It was good since Baoer scolded Murong Xueer. It was enough to know that this girl would also care about her.

Putting down the rags and scissors in his hand, Baoer picked up a cotton ball and glued some disinfectant.

"Brother Mu Fan, if you hold it, it will hurt a little!"

I felt that the little girl was a little panicked, and Mu Fan turned around and looked at her.

"Let me do it myself." He was not afraid of the pain, but was worried that he would scare her.

"It's okay." Baoer shook his head, stretched out his other hand, and pulled Mu Fan's head back, "I can do it, I'm just worried that you will suffer."

"The wound is so deep, disinfection will definitely hurt, not to mention that you can treat it without yourself. How can I leave you alone at this time?"

Although he said so, Baoer was slightly stunned when he saw the blood-stained wound.

"Murong Xueer! If I have the opportunity to practice martial arts, I will definitely fight her in the future and help you avenge you!"

"Brother Mu Fan, I can't bear it, I'm here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Baoer touched Mu Fan's wound with disinfectant. She didn't see any reaction when she gently began to wipe him.

"Baoer, don't practice martial arts secretly, do you know?" The disinfectant touched the wound, and Mu Fan didn't even move his eyebrows.

"I understand." Baoer nodded and speeded up the movement in his hand.

"Brother Mu Fan, don't be so unhappy every time I talk about my illness? I'll never be wrong after I've lived a lifespan of ninety years."

Putting down the blood-stained cotton ball in his hand, Baoer finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Brother Mu Fan is not afraid of pain, but it is impossible not to hurt, she knows it very well.

I have also learned about the power of disinfectant. She was so painful that she cried. Brother Mu Fan’s wound was so big that he could imagine.

After changing the things in your hand, you can change the ointment that can speed up the healing of the wound and stop bleeding and relieve pain, Baoer's mood is also a little more comfortable.

"Have you calculated it yourself?" Mu Fan curled his lips slightly and looked back at Baoer.

"Yeah." Baoer nodded and opened the lid of the ointment, "Why do you do it for you?"

"Okay." Mu Fan turned around, not wanting to disturb her work.

"You wait a moment, it will be fine soon." Baoer responded.

I don’t know if she was talking very quickly, referring to Mu Fan’s injury or whether she agreed to Mu Fan to calculate the fortunes for him.

After a while, Baoer took out a bandage from the medicine box and came to Mu Fan.

"Stand up." She waved the bandage in her hand and said in a commanding tone.

Mu Fan frowned slightly and stood up obediently.

Baoer climbed directly on the chair he had just sat on and began to help him with loose clothes.

"I'll do it myself." Mu Fan smiled and grabbed her little hand.

The promised defense between men and women is that this girl has always been like this.
Chapter completed!