Usually, people in the village use the water source above when applying pesticides. Cleaning the wounds will only increase the chance of inflammation.

Tang Tian lay on Jiang Che's back, his frightened soul finally soothed.

Soon the two of them arrived home. Jiang Che fetched the diluted spiritual water from the water tank and immediately came over to clean Tang Tian's wounds.

While cleaning, Jiang Che didn't feel anything.

But Tang Tian's face was as red as a ripe apple. The key was that Jiang Che's hands rubbing back and forth on his legs felt so embarrassing.

"It was finally cleaned, but the wound bitten by the leech couldn't stop the bleeding for a while."

Now Tang Tian's wound is still bleeding out, which is very troublesome.

"Ah, what should I do? I won't bleed to death, right?"

"What are you thinking about? It's just a little troublesome."

"But I have a way to stop bleeding. Do you want to use it?"

Jiang Che looked at Tang Tian meaningfully and said.

"Oh, what time is it? Please tell me what you can do."

Tang Tian kicked his foot impatiently.

"My native method is to wipe saliva."
Chapter completed!