"Where's the medicine box?"
Wu Qian quickly handed the medicine box next to her, asking, "Are you hurt?"
Ding Yan shook her head, "Not me, Liang Yuan has a scrape on his hand."
"Oh no, that's not good, quick, there's iodine and gauze here, disinfect it."
Ding Yan took the medicine box, "I'll do it."
Wu Qian hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Ding Yan and looked at Liang Yuan.
Her eyes flashed with a hint of an unusual expression, then suddenly she laughed, "It's yours."
Ding Yan didn't notice her strange smile, holding the iodine and gauze, she sat down beside Liang Yuan.
"Stretch out your hand."
Liang Yuan stretched out his hand for her to handle.
Ding Yan looked at his bruised and torn hand, her expression flickered.
She lowered her eyelids and said, "It might hurt a bit, bear with it."
Liang Yuan grinned, "Hurry up."
Seeing this, Ding Yan didn't waste words, she immediately poured the iodine.
