"Cough, cough—!"
Lin Fan's face turned somewhat dark, looking embarrassed and helpless, he said: "How could I possibly take advantage of someone's plight! I asked you to lie down, because it's easier to treat the wounds on your face, not to..."
"Ah?"
Nolan Qingcheng was somewhat surprised, a hint of slight disappointment flashed through her eyes.
"Forget it, let's leave it at that for now, just wrap yourself with the blanket."
Lin Fan shook his head, then slowly sat beside the bed.
"Close your eyes!"
Though curious, Nolan Qingcheng obediently closed her eyes.
"The treatment should be quick, if it can be cured, then it will be cured, if not, we'll think of other methods later! But you're not allowed to open your eyes until I say so, understand?" Lin Fan instructed.
"Okay!"
Nolan Qingcheng nodded, trusting Lin Fan unconditionally!
Only then did Lin Fan begin, slicing his fingertip.
Instantly, a cut appeared on his skin and a drop of crimson blood slowly emerged.
