In the living room of the villa, Quercia held a medical kit and squatted in front of Tristan.
Tristan watched as Quercia clumsily applied the hemostatic medicine on him and said with a bitter smile, "Let me do it."
Tristan said as he stretched out his hand.
Quercia slapped Tristan's hand away.
"How can you do it with one hand? Sit still!"
As she spoke, Quercia continued to clumsily apply the medicine to Tristan. Her fingertips occasionally slid across Tristan's arm, bringing an itching feeling.
Seeing that Tristan's arm was still bleeding because of her, tears could not help but flow down from Quercia's eyes.
After more than half an hour, Quercia finally helped Tristan bandage his wound.
"Done!"
Quercia tied the last knot of the gauze in satisfaction and nodded to herself in approval.
Tristan looked at the bow on his arm and smiled constrainedly.