Lin Huaizhou couldn't tell his story because Lin Nianhe was going to change his dressing.
"Brother, can I cover your eyes with a face towel? I get nervous when you look at me like that." Lin Nianhe held the iodine-soaked cotton swab, her hand trembling as if she really was nervous.
Lin Huaizhou quickly agreed: "Okay."
He took the face towel, folded it twice, and covered his eyes.
Lin Nianhe gently tore off the adhesive tape on his face with her left hand, and quickly switched the medicine in another bottle with the ointment from her space with her right hand.
At this moment, another benefit of her space was fully exhibited; the medicine from the bottle entered her space without a drop left, leaving the bottle as clean as it was when it was sterilized at the factory.
However, Lin Nianhe could only swap one bottle of medicine. She had no place to exchange the ointment that promotes wound healing she previously used for Daxi.
