The poor little phoenix I picked up turned out to be the big boss behind it

Qin He wasn't going to tease him anymore, and looked at Sang Wu's arm carefully, "The blisters are too big, so you have to use a needle to prick them and then apply ointment. Don't get water on the wound. Eat light these days."

"alright."

Sang Wu didn't care. With his physique, he could recover within two days even if he didn't use his spiritual power. However, Jun Qi seemed to attach great importance to his wounds.

"Dr. Qin, please deal with him first. If you have any precautions, just tell me."

Jun Qi opened the memo on his phone as he spoke, preparing to write down everything Qin He said.

Some of the blisters on Sang Wu's hands were a bit big, so Qin He simply took a pair of medical scissors and cut open the big blisters side by side to let the water flow inside.

After this series of actions, Sang Wu had no expression on his face, as if the injured person was not him.

"I'll cut the gauze, and you can help him apply the ointment." Qin He took out a tube of unlabeled ointment, which was obviously made by him again.

Seeing the ointment being handed to Jun Qi's hand, Sang Wu's eyes lit up as soon as he rubbed it, and he quickly moved two steps in Jun Qi's direction.

Seeing the expectant look on Sang Wu's face, Jun Qi felt helpless. Who could be so happy when a child was injured?

Although he complained in his heart, the movements of Jun Qi's hands became lighter and lighter. He could not tear off the dried skin directly. He was also extra careful when applying the ointment for fear of hurting Sang Wu.

"Tell me if it hurts."

Jun Qi blew air on Sang Wu's wound while applying it, and someone looked like he was enjoying it.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Doctor Qin, please." Uncle Wu, the butler, came out of the kitchen with a tea cup. As soon as the cup was placed on the table, he saw Sang Wu's wrapped arm, "What's wrong with the young master? Is the injury serious? "

"I'm fine, Uncle Wu, Doctor Qin has already looked at me." Sang Wu shook his arm at him, and Jun Qi quickly grabbed his hand to prevent him from moving.

After applying the ointment, Qin He used gauze to wrap Sang Wu's arm, and tied a chubby bow in a very naughty way.

"Well, perfect."

After finishing everything, Qin He snapped his fingers.

Sang Wu watched three black lines slide down his arm and forehead, but he couldn't untie it after it was bandaged, and Jun Qi wouldn't allow it.

"Don't be angry. My brother will repack it for you when the dressing is changed tomorrow." Seeing Sang Wu fuming, Jun Qi touched his head soothingly. He still remembered that Sang Wu liked bow ties when he was a child.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Qin He didn't want to stay here and watch the two brothers being tired, so he packed up and left with the box.

In the evening, when Mr. and Mrs. Jun came back for dinner, they saw Sang Wu's bandaged arm.

"My dear, why did your hand hurt again? If I had known, I would have let you go out to play with me today."

Jun Mu looked at the red skin around the Sangwu gauze with distress.

"Auntie, I'm fine. I got it accidentally. It doesn't hurt at all."

Sang Wu smiled and comforted his mother, and did not forget to use serving chopsticks to pick up food for her.

"Okay, as long as it doesn't hurt, be careful these days and don't leave any scars. Come on, drink some soup."

Jun's mother was very heart-warmed when she saw Sang Wu's sensible look. Although Sang Wu had a special status, in her heart, he was their child and her treasure, no different from Jun Qi.

Sang Wu obediently scooped up the soup with a spoon and drank it. It tasted very good, but when he discovered that the soup was stewed with pig's trotters, he paused while drinking the soup.

Is this the legendary saying that what you eat is what you eat? ! Needless to say, Sang Wu knew that this should be Uncle Wu's handiwork.

night.

bathroom.

Sang Wu's little face was red from the steam. His arms were wrapped in waterproof membrane and resting on the side of the bathtub. Jun Qi was wiping his back with a towel.

Jun Qi only wore a pair of shorts for the convenience of entering the bathroom. His upper body was bare, and water droplets condensed from water vapor slowly slid down from his body, falling from his waist to the mermaid line.

Speaking of which, it had been a long time since he had given Sang Wu a bath. The last time was when he was in third grade.

"All right."

After washing his back, Jun Qi brought a large towel and prepared to wrap Sang Wu up. However, someone turned his back to him and did not get up for a long time.

"What's wrong? Does the wound hurt?" Jun Qi thought the wound was stained with water, and his tone was full of worry.

"No." Sang Wu hesitated, his ears turning red, "I just want to go to the toilet."

Hearing Sang Wu's words, Jun Qi breathed a sigh of relief. He thought something was wrong, but it turned out he was shy. "Then I'll put the towel here. After you use the toilet, remember to dry yourself before you come out."

"Ah."

Sang Wu responded softly.

The bathroom door was closed by Jun Qi, and Sang Wu slowly straightened up. He glanced at his body unnaturally, then quickly got out of the bathtub, dried himself with a towel, and put on loose clothes. pajamas.

He could feel his heart beating a little fast, but he wasn't sure what was going on. He just...

Throwing away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Sang Wu calmed down and walked out wearing a towel.

Jun Qi didn't notice anything unusual about him, and started blowing Sang Wu's hair as usual. The room temperature was constant, so Jun Qi didn't rush to put on his clothes, but his bare chest was dangling in front of Sang Wu's eyes. It makes people feel inexplicably hot.

"Go to bed first, don't wait for me."

After blow-drying Sang Wu's hair, Jun Qi took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.

Sang Wu lay on his back on the bed, his eyes wandering and confused. He seemed to be unable to see clearly his feelings for his brother. What should he do?

This was the first time he encountered trouble after he was born in the human world. Sang Wu didn't know how to deal with it, so he fell asleep struggling with it.

When Jun Qi came out of the shower, he saw Sang Wu who had fallen asleep holding a pillow. Thinking that he had woken up too early and lacked sleep, his steps became much lighter.

"Little lazy pig, give me back the pillow."

Jun Qi got on the bed and poked Sang Wu's cheek. Someone was hugging his pillow so tightly that there was no room for him to take it out.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Sang Wu muttered, as if under radar surveillance, "Brother..."

The pillow that was originally hugged tightly was pushed down by him, and then the whole body was buried in front of Jun Qi. Now the thing he held in his hands became Jun Qi's waist.

Jun Qi didn't expect that Sang Wu could hear his voice even when he was asleep. He carefully avoided Sang Wu's hand and took back his abandoned pillow.

The lights in the bedroom went out, and Jun Qi also lay down on his side. Sang Wu's injured hand was placed on his waist, and he didn't dare to move it casually.

"elder brother……"

Sang Wu came closer to him again, his little face already pressed against Jun Qi's heart. He had been like a small stove since he was a child, and he remained like this when he grew up.

Jun Qi patted Sang Wu's back gently. He knew that Sang Wu lacked a sense of security, so he often slept with his arms around him. Now that he has grown up, he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

In other words, this is also his own acquiescence.