Li Yehan could barely suppress his urge to laugh at her adorable awkwardness.
"I'll turn around, then you help me rinse off."
Li Yehan turned around and Nan Qiao frantically poured water on his back.
Thankfully it was summer, so it wasn't too cold.
After the cool water had been running for a while, Li Yehan's clothes were no longer wearable due to the sulfuric acid contamination.
Once sufficiently rinsed, Nan Qiao helped Li Yehan into her car and took out the first aid kit she kept there.
She disinfected a scalpel, then tore away Li Yehan's shirt from his back and tossed it aside.
She stuffed a pill into Li Yehan's mouth, saying, "Bear with it for a bit, I didn't bring any anesthetic."
"I trust you," Li Yehan said with a light chuckle.
Nan Qiao ignored him, removing the necrotic flesh, pouring medicine over it, and then dressing his wound.
Li Yehan endured the intense pain, feeling every movement of Nan Qiao's hands as he lay across the table without making a sound.