"Where's that hand?!" Feng Wu forced back her rage. She knew that the most important thing now was to reattach Qiuling's hand.
Everything else could wait.
"It's right here!"
Uncle Qiu had been with Feng Wu long enough to trust her medical skills. Before Feng Wu asked, he handed her the hand that was wrapped in a clean cloth.
He said, "We didn't dare wash it. We just kept it wrapped like this."
Feng Wu nodded. "This hand would be useless if you washed it."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she looked completely calm.
Without another word, she took out her medical kit and started reattaching Qiuling's severed hand.
With her medical skills, she could use the plant essence to do the job, but she didn't do that.
Because if she did, there was a chance that necrosis would happen.
