"Ying'er, it's okay now, everything is over."
Yang Ying'er sat at the edge of the bed, and Wen Xinyao walked over, knelt down in front of her, and held her ice-cold little hand.
Yang Ying'er just wept, having been truly frightened earlier.
"Ah, your hand is still bleeding."
Sister Zhen finally noticed the wound on Jiang Xiaobai's hand.
"I'll go get the first-aid kit and disinfect and dress your wound."
Sister Zhen opened the suitcase, took out the small first-aid kit, and was about to start, but Yang Ying'er stood up.
"Sister Zhen, let me do it."
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and said, "Big star, I just have a superficial injury, it's nothing, it will heal in a few days. The small wound on your neck needs to be treated, though."
"Mine is much lighter than yours, it's already stopped bleeding," said Yang Ying'er. "You sit down, let me disinfect it for you."
