Go to hell, her hand was perfectly fine, and it won't break even if a hundred years pass.
Currently, she just wanted to properly attend to her injury, and dealing with Mo Liancheng was the last thing on her mind.
She didn't want to waste any more time, not even the time it takes to treat the injury.
Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow, showing no signs of anger. Instead, he seemed very indifferent and casually said, "What's the rush to drive me away? Don't you want to know why I came here?"
"Not interested."
"Princess, the master came to bring you the medicine." Yu Hao spoke softly, looking at Mo Liancheng, and seeing that he didn't object, he felt relieved.
"Do you have such a kind heart?" Qu Tan'er squinted her eyes, skeptical of his actions at the moment.
"When did I ever have a malicious heart?"
Qu Tan'er was speechless.
"Extend your hand." Mo Liancheng took out the medicine from his pocket, giving her a gesture to come closer.
"If you give me the medicine, I can handle it myself."
"Do I need to repeat what I just said?" There was a stronger hint of threat in his words.
Although Qu Tan'er was dissatisfied, she obediently extended her small hand.
However...
"Ah, you're committing murder." As Qu Tan'er's hand reached out, Mo Liancheng lightly grasped it, unintentionally pulling at the wound on her elbow.
"If you don't want to die, then shut up." Mo Liancheng cast a cold glance at her, his gaze sweeping over the wounds on her, and then turning to Jing Xin on the side. "Bring medicinal alcohol."
"Yes." Jing Xin responded, but looking at the various bottles and jars in her hands, she couldn't distinguish which one Mo Liancheng wanted.
"Bring the green one." Mo Liancheng glanced at the bottles she held and pointed out the green one.
"Yes." Jing Xin immediately handed over the green bottle.
"Wait a minute, are you planning to take advantage of this opportunity to break my hand?" Qu Tan'er, seeing that he was about to act, immediately called a halt. First taking the preemptive strike with the precautionary needle to avoid crying without tears later. When it came to Mo Liancheng, she always lacked even a tiny bit of trust and sense of security.
Unexpectedly, Mo Liancheng not only didn't explain but nodded seriously, saying, "Indeed, it's not a bad suggestion."
Qu Tan'er was depressed and speechless.
"Sit still and don't move." Mo Liancheng glanced at her, starting to concentrate on treating the wound on her elbow, gently applying the medicinal alcohol.
"..." She wanted to, but sitting too straight tired her out. However...
"Ah, ah, let go, let go, it hurts."
"Do you really want to lose a hand in the future?"
"..."
Mo Liancheng's casually spoken words made Qu Tan'er not dare move again, not daring to doubt the truth of his words. However, she really felt it was so painful that cold sweat was pouring out. *** Was he applying medicinal alcohol or crushing her bones? Can he not be gentle...?
"Besides these two, is there anywhere else?" After finishing the treatment on her elbow, Mo Liancheng asked while tending to the wound on her wrist. After bandaging it, his dark eyelashes drooped, hiding the thoughtful depth in his eyes.
"No more." Even if there were, she wouldn't tell him.
"Are you sure?"
"I promise."
"You also said before that promises can't be eaten as food."
"..." Her mouth twitched, her gaze was a bit strange.
Did he really lose his mind today? How can he be so kind to bring her medicine and even help her apply it?
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