Originally, his wound was in great pain, but the touch of her little hand miraculously made the pain lessen, or he simply ignored it.
A slight suyǎng overflowed from the seams in his bones where she touched him, causing his body to finally undergo some changes, and his eyes became darker and darker.
Gu Xijiu was a good doctor.
She was very attentive when treating illnesses, so she didn't notice Di Fuyi's gaze and focused all her energy on the wounds.
The wound on his abdomen is a laceration, and the wound is not small.
It would be better to sew it up to make it heal faster.
She took out the surgical needles and threads, and the anesthetic These were all brought from Long Fan's laboratory.
She was playing with Long Fan in a state of amnesia at the time.
After seeing these things, she subconsciously felt that this was useful, so she asked Long Fan for it.
His expression was quite complicated at that time.
He looked at her several times, said a few words lightly that these things are not for fun, you don't need to do this, and then sent her away by giving her some jewelry.
But she didn’t know that Gu Xijiu was the kind of person who would try to get something once she wanted it.
She left at that time and didn’t ask for it again because she just took it without asking.
Now it seems that it is suitable for use.
She mixed a little anesthetic and was about to use it on Di Fuyi, but Di Fuyi directly stopped her: "I can't use this for my injury."
Gu Xijiu knew that he was an expert in this area, so she didn't argue with him.
She just frowned and said, "But it will hurt if you don't use this."
His wound required at least eight or nine stitches.
Di Fuyi smiled: "It doesn't matter, I can bear this pain."
Okay, Gu Xijiu compromised: "Then you bear it for a while, and when the pain is unbearable, just say something and I can stop for a while."
"good" Di Fuyi was indeed very tolerant of pain.
Until Gu Xijiu finished sewing up his wounds, he did not cry out in pain or even frown, which made Gu Xijiu suspect that his pain nerves were not sensitive.
After treating the wounds on his abdomen and all the wounds on his upper body, Gu Xijiu's eyes fell on his pants.
She remembered that he once wore two soul-killing locks on his upper thighs.
Her eyes fell on that spot.
He had naturally changed his pants, and there was a faint blood stain there.
She paused for a moment.
If the treatment requires him to take off his pants, and people in this era don't wear boxers, wouldn't that be a problem?
Although she had made up her mind to marry him, she was not married yet after all.
The most intimate relationship between her and him so far was that they had kissed a few times, and there was no near miss.
It was considered a very pure love relationship.
For her to look at his naked body fiercely now, she was very stressed.
She struggled for a moment and asked him: "The wound on your leg is not serious, right?
If it is not serious, you can apply it yourself."
Di Fuyi interrupted her: "It's very, very heavy, even worse than the wound on the abdomen."
That means stitches are also needed.
Di Fuyi lay there and squinted his eyes slightly to look at her slightly troubled pretty face, and waved to her.
Gu Xijiu thought he had something to tell her, so she leaned down and approached him: "What do you want to say?"
Before she finished speaking, he grabbed her neck and pulled her down.
She was unprepared and fell on top of him.
She whispered, and her first thought was not to press on his wound.
Before she could finish this thought, he kissed her: