Madam Dihao is not good

Naier thought it was Aunt Li again, and waved her hand: "I said that my hands are fine, and I can just apply some medicine myself in a while."

His wrist was grabbed in mid-air.

Chanel doesn't need to look back, she knows who that person is

With a wide and strong palm, her slender wrist, in his hand, seemed to break if it was slightly bent.

Chanel struggled to pull her hand away, but in vain. [

Su Shijie grabbed her with one hand, and took the medicine with one hand to clean her wound...

Her hands were cold, the skin on the back of her hands was worn out, and because of the cold wind blowing for too long and not treating it in time, the wound was swollen very high.

Pain is inevitable.

Especially when Su Shijie poured alcohol on it to clean it, the unhealed wound was like sprinkled with a handful of salt.

However, the most painful thing was that the wound had slight suppuration, the pain of squeezing when Su Shijie gently removed her pus!

However, Chanel held on until the wound was treated and bandaged, and she didn't make a sound.

"I'm afraid I need an injection to prevent tetanus." Aunt Li, who had been standing aside and watching, said.

Su Shijie nodded silently, took out the needle and liquid medicine from the medicine box, and injected it.

"Miss, go in and call." Aunt Li wanted to help Chanel up.

Xia Naier refused, but just sat, looking at the needle in Su Shijie's hand, her face was a little pale, and she couldn't help but say, "Where is this shot?"

"Buttocks." Aunt Li replied.

"Can't you get a needle?"

"I don't have that big bottle of potion at home..."

Chanel felt that her eyes were a little dark.

In my impression, buttock injections were only given when I was a child.After the beating, I couldn't sit for half a day, and my buttocks were stiff and painful for two days, and I had to lie on my stomach even to sleep.

When she grew up, she never had an injection in her buttocks again, but she only remembered that it would be very painful.

Su Shijie tried the test needle, stared at her indifferently and said, "I thought you were not afraid of pain."

She looked at her with some mockery.

Chanel couldn't stand the way he looked at her like this, and stared back fiercely: "I didn't say I was afraid of pain."[

"Then what are you afraid of?"