Torture!
Absolute torture!
When the wound forms a scab it itches the most but you can't scratch it. Not even rubbing it against something is allowed.
She spends the entire day looking miserable, biting her fingers when the itching gets too unbearable. Her big eyes are full of distress.
Ou Zun can't stand seeing her in this state and feels heartbroken.
But her skin is too sensitive now, touching it might cause it to crack and open up to potential infection, which would only make the problem worse.
Ou Zun tries to soothe her by saying in a kindly tone, "Good girl... It's okay, hang in there just a little longer. Didn't Doctor Song say tomorrow you can have it cleaned? It's the last day. Almost over. Just hold on a bit longer, good girl…"
Mù Qiānxún was only wrapped in a sterilized towel. Snuggling under a blanket would only make her itch worse, so she squirmed around in the towel like a worm.
Her face was filled with suffering.
"Ugh...this is unbearable!"