In the spacious bathroom, Zoro gasped in pain.

I saw Monica holding Zoro's feet and sitting in front of him,

There was a long wooden box on the ground at her feet.

Inside the wooden box were placed rolls of white gauze and a transparent bottle containing green plaster.

Monica is holding a silver metal bar the size of an ice cream stick in her hand.

She skillfully scooped out the green plaster from the transparent bottle and applied it evenly to the wounds on the soles of Sauron's feet.

Wave after wave of strong irritation from wiping the wound with high-concentration alcohol and the plaster being applied to Sauron's wound constantly invaded his brain.

After Monica put a bandage on his injured foot that had been plastered, Zoro felt relaxed all over.

"Master, please be patient! You still have many wounds on your body!"

Monica comforted Zoro with a kind and gentle voice.

But this sentence was no less than the whisper of an evil ghost in Sauron's ears.

He sarcastically said in Lan Xin’s native language without hesitation:

"You are the devil!"

"Master, what did you say?"

Monica naturally didn't understand what Zoro was talking about, and said with some confusion.

"No...nothing, just keep going!" Zoro gritted his teeth.

"Then young master, the old servant continues."

"This next wound is relatively large and may cause some pain. Please bear with it!"

Monica kindly reminded Zoro.

"Monica, do you think I'm still a three-year-old child? Can't I bear this little pain?"

Zoro closed his eyes proudly and turned his head away, no longer looking at Monica.

"Hurry up, I'll have to go outside to monitor the progress of the party later!"

"Then young master, this old servant has offended me!"

"Ah~~~~~"
Chapter completed!