Only then did Su Wanqing notice that Luo Xichen's body was in a mess, his sleeves were torn in two places, and his body was also gray. Could he have escaped the pursuit all night, right?
"How are you? Are you injured?" Su Wanqing grabbed Luo Xichen's arm nervously, but caused him to moan in pain.
"What's wrong?" Su Wanqing hurriedly let go of her hand, but she saw that where she had just grabbed her right arm, blood began to ooze out, and traces of blood began to smear outward.
Su Wanqing was startled, her hands were shaking a little, and she lifted up the sleeves of his shirt. She saw that the wound was simply bandaged with white cloth. When she untied the layer of white cloth, a deep wound with bone visible appeared on her right arm.
"Come to the hospital with me!" Su Wanqing almost screamed.
"It's just a minor injury, just bandage it and it'll be fine." Luo Xichen wrapped the white cloth back again.
Su Wanqing's face was filled with anger: "Is this considered a minor injury?!"
Luo Xichen nodded and said with a smile: "After working with the Dawson Chamber of Commerce for so many years, almost every fight will leave some traces."
"Besides, I don't like hospitals. The smell of disinfectant makes me sick." Luo Xichen has Luo Xichen's stubbornness.
"Wait for me." Seeing him like this, Su Wanqing had no choice but to go downstairs and get the medical kit that was still on the table.
Su Wanqing opened the door to the bedroom, placed Luo Xichen on a soft chair, and began to treat his wounds carefully.
Because the wound is above the elbow socket, it is inconvenient to treat it from below.
The moment Luo Xichen unbuttoned his shirt, Su Wanqing's eyes touched his strong and white chest, as well as the new and old scars all over it, and her heart still beat hard.
There are so many wounds on his body!
Su Wanqing helped him unbutton the shirt on the right side of his body, revealing half of his bare back, which was covered with more scars than his chest.
"Why so many? How have you lived these years?" Su Wanqing's voice was full of unbearable, and even the hand holding the gauze and iodine could not help but tremble.
The corners of Luo Xichen's lips curled up slightly, and there was a rare trace of vicissitudes of life on her 18-year-old face, and she said: "This is the world of the mafia, I have long been used to it."
No wonder he said the injury on his arm was just a minor injury, no wonder he said he hates hospitals. If a person has been to the hospital countless times due to injuries, he will definitely dislike that kind of place.
Su Wanqing sighed and said, "Be patient, the broken flesh and blood scab from the wound are stuck to the white cloth, I want to help you clean them up."
Luo Xichen nodded. During the whole process, he actually didn't say a word. He just watched her concentrated movements quietly from above, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Wan Qing." He called her softly.
"Huh? What's wrong? Does it hurt you?" Su Wanqing stopped what she was doing and raised her little panicked face.
"No." Luo Xichen looked a little nervous and asked tentatively, "Do you still blame me?"
Su Wanqing shook her head. In fact, the moment she saw the scars all over his body, the last coldness in her heart turned into softness around her fingers.
What right did she have to accuse such a man? What right did she have to doubt him?
He has his own world, and all his thoughts cannot be focused on romance. He is still very young, his wings are still immature, and he is too easily hurt.