At eleven o'clock at night, Mo Xiaoyan diligently brought in a basin of hot water to change Ye Fan's ointment.
As she unwrapped the white gauze that bound Ye Fan's body, she saw that there wasn't a single part of Ye Fan's skin that was unharmed, and Mo Xiaoyan was nearly in tears.
Her jade-like hands gently touched Ye Fan's skin, her voice trembling as she asked, "Stinky brother-in-law, it must hurt a lot, doesn't it?"
"It's much better now," Ye Fan smiled and said, "Hurry up."
Next, Mo Xiaoyan began to wipe off the old ointment from Ye Fan's body.
Knowing that Ye Fan's injuries were severe, she was extremely careful and gentle, sparing Ye Fan any additional suffering.
After more than an hour, the dressing change was finally complete, and Mo Xiaoyan was a bit out of breath from exhaustion.
For her, this was even more tiring than an hour of practicing boxing. Just like Ye Fan, she had never taken care of someone else before.
At half past midnight, Mo Xiaoyan came back in.
