Clara hurried back with the first-aid kit, only to find Jack covered in blood, desperately trying to wipe it off with tissue paper.
The gaping wound was littered with scraps of paper.
Clara was about to lose it.
"Jack, don't you have any common sense?!" Clara ran over, slamming the first-aid kit on the table, her voice several decibels louder. "You can't wipe this kind of wound with paper!"
"Are you trying to make it hurt more?!" Jack seized the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist, burying his head against her, feigning a pitiful look. "I was wrong, Sis, don't be angry."
"Jack, that trick doesn't work on me. The medicine is in the first-aid kit, apply it yourself. I'm going back to the dorm." Clara pried his arms off, her face impassive.
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