Lin Hanxing did not say anything.
Thunder owl's expression was obviously not right, but she knew that now was not the time to say such things.
"I'll wait here for you to come back."
Lin Hanxing looked at him deeply.
"I'm not going anywhere."
………………
The wound was more serious than sacred hands had imagined.
The skin and flesh of Shangguan shixiu's wound, which had been stained by the poisoned knife, began to fester and rot, emitting a foul smell.
"Little Star, give me a hand."
When it came to treating patients, sacred hands 'behavior was completely different.
He handed the surgical tools to Lin Hanxing, who quickly cut a piece of Shangguan shixiu's rotten flesh.
"I need to study the drug's properties before making the antidote. It will take about five minutes,"
"What do you need me to do?"
Lin Hanxing said in a deep voice without any hesitation.
"Call me immediately if he has difficulty breathing."
