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Shen Chuwei stopped her movements and looked down at her clothes upon hearing this, but saw no blood anywhere. She rummaged through the hem and sleeves of her clothing without finding any trace of blood.

She looked up at Xiao Jinyan with confusion, "Where is the blood? I don’t see it."

Lin Xian sat up with support from the bed, his movements restricted and slow due to his inconvenient legs.

"Come here."

"Oh," Shen Chuwei said as she walked to the bedside with bewilderment, only to be caught by the wrist by Lin Xian and pulled over. With her back facing him, he could see a splash of red on her lower back. When he touched it, the area was wet and sticky with blood, without a doubt.

Not only was there blood, but her clothes had also been slashed with a long cut.

He lifted his head to look at Shen Chuwei, "You’re injured?"

Shen Chuwei reached for the spot Lin Xian had touched. Initially unaware of how much strength to use, she pinched it and the pain caused her to grunt softly, "Hiss!"

Hearing her cry out in pain, Lin Xian knew for sure that she was injured and said sternly, "Don’t you know you’re hurt?"

Shen Chuwei thought carefully and then remembered the incident while climbing the window. She had been in a hurry, and the sudden pain at her waist caused her to overlook it.

"When I was climbing that iron window, it seemed as though something scratched me. I got busy afterward and forgot about it."

Lin Xian frowned deeply, "How could you forget something like that?"

Shen Chuwei explained, "I was afraid you were getting too anxious waiting, and I was worried you might be hungry, so I forgot."

Lin Xian looked at the frail woman before him. He wouldn’t starve by not eating. He was anxious, but he was still concerned about his legs, hesitating while looking for her.

Shen Chuwei approached the table and rummaged through the Medical Box for a while, taking out disinfectant, medicine, and gauze, then returned to the bedside and placed everything on the bed.

"Husband, can you help me dress the wound?"

Lin Xian’s eyes widened, "Me?"

In Lin Xian’s eyes, they were at best ordinary friends, and considering the distinction between men and women, dressing a wound would surely require undressing, which made him feel awkward.

"I can’t see my back, and if Husband doesn’t help me, no one else will."

In Shen Chuwei’s eyes, he was her husband, so it was only natural for him to dress her wounds.

Lin Xian stared at the blood on her lower back for a long time before finally agreeing, realizing that she had been injured while escaping to bring him food.

"Take off your clothes."

"Alright." Shen Chuwei unhesitatingly untied her waistband, smoothly slipping off her outer robe and casually placing it on a chair, then she proceeded to remove her mid-layer.

Lin Xian was stunned watching her deftly toss aside her waistband followed by her outer robe, clearly not treating him as an outsider.

But he quickly realized that Shen Chuwei thought of him as her husband, and undressing in front of one’s husband was nothing out of the ordinary.

But he was not...

When he saw her untie her mid-layer and reveal the pink bellyband underneath, he was completely transfixed, the scene before him exerting a peculiar pull that made it impossible for him to look away.

Before he could react, she had already slipped off her mid-layer, her pale skin dazzling under the light.

Lin Xian realized he was staring and quickly turned his gaze away, feeling guilty. Although he couldn’t consider himself a gentleman, Shen Chuwei’s kindness and devotion to her husband made him feel deeply remorseful.

He knew he wasn’t her husband, knew he should keep his distance, but still, he enjoyed the benefits this face afforded him, relished her kindness.

Shen Chuwei sat on the bed with her back to Xiao Jinyan and handed him a wet wipe, "Husband, clean the blood first then disinfect it. I suspect the nail on the window caused the wound, and it can easily get infected if not disinfected."

Lin Xian glanced at Shen Chuwei and then caught sight of her fair back. Although thin, she wasn’t bony; there was a sense of softness to her slender frame.

He found himself looking too long and hurriedly focused on the injured area. The cut on her lower back had been made by something sharp, which was bleeding again from her earlier touch.

The bright red blood stung his eyes.

If she hadn’t been so eager to bring him food, she wouldn’t have had to climb the window and get hurt.

He didn’t want to look any more than necessary, took the wet wipe from her hand, and focused solely on the wound.

The blood on the skin was easy to clean off, but he dared not wipe around the wound itself, afraid of causing her pain.

The white waistband of her trousers was also stained with a large patch of red.

Feeling the cleaning was almost done, Shen Chuwei picked up the bottle of disinfectant and handed it to him, "Husband, this is the disinfectant."

Calling him ’Husband’ was never awkward before, but now it felt both embarrassing and strangely different.