Zi Fan walked over and saw that there was a diagonal wound on Su Qianxun's back,. She opened her medical kit and started to prepare the medication needed.
Su Qianxun was motionless as she lay down on her stomach. The young woman's gaze was somewhat empty, and tears would trickle down her eyes from time to time. She appeared extraordinarily fragile, just like a crystal doll.
Zi Fan walked over and grabbed Su Qianxun's wrist, and after she was able to feel her pulse clearly, a glint flashed past the depths of her eyes.
"Miss Su, it might be a little painful when I'm disinfecting the wound. Just endure it for a while. Don't let your wound come in contact with water these few days. It should heal after a few days."
