"You're awake?"
Nan Jiaojiao sat up, habitually stretching her arm. As she raised her hand, she suddenly remembered her fresh wound. Just as she was about to lower it, she caught a glimpse of it being bandaged; the cloth used was torn from clothing, blackened, matching Yeh Hannian's shirt color.
As for the bullet wound she took for Bo Yanching, it had already started healing and forming new flesh. Running away passively these past few days, she hadn't felt any pain from it.
"Where did you get the medicine?"
Yeh Hannian didn't reply. He used a thick wooden stick to poke into the fire, then retrieved a metal kettle, grabbing it with his hand, but quickly touched his ear as he was burned.
He blew on his fingers, pulled out a few water pouches and a bowl, mixed hot and cold water, and handed it to her.
"The conditions are rough, no toothpaste, so just rinse your mouth with the water and drink the rest."
Nan Jiaojiao asked suspiciously, "Where did the water come from?"
