Bryson walked down quickly towards Betty's side with the medicine box in hand. He quickly took out the hemostasis ball and stopped the bleeding for her. At the same time, he took out some gauze and wrapped it around her finger.
"If it is broken, then let it be broken. Why are you picking it up? Just wait for me to deal with it." Bryson's tone was full of reproach.
Betty looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to help you wash the dishes ... However ... I'm too clumsy."
Bryson raised his head and looked at her, and laughed lightly, "I'm satisfied with how kind you are, just leave this matter to me to do next time."
"But ...I can't just do nothing! It makes me look useless." Betty said somewhat self—deprecatingly.
Bryson reached out and touched the tip of her nose,
