As soon as Su Mingyu cried out in surprise, she covered her mouth with her hands.
He could only feel a warm current pass by his back, and the pain he felt before gradually dissipated.
Seeing that her tightly knitted eyebrows had finally relaxed, Gu Ruoyun retracted her hand: "This medicine, after applying it for the time it takes to make a cup of tea, I'll get someone to wipe it with warm water. Afterwards, send someone to my residence to get it."
Su Mingyu pursed her lips and felt around. There was no longer that tense feeling on her back.
She raised her gaze and saw Gu Ruoyun's cold, hard face, with a resolute and handsome face.
Under the sunlight, the strong and sturdy silhouette actually became a lot gentler. For no reason at all, it was mesmerizing.
Su Mingyu was a little dazed for a moment. When she came back to her senses, Gu Ruoyun had already put down the medicine jar and pushed the wheelchair out the door.