Qin Si walked over without hesitation. "I'll do it."
Qiao Nian squatted and said with a determined gaze, "Remember, you must hold Master Cheng down firmly and not let him move. Can you do that?"
Qin Si nodded. "Don't worry, Sister Qiao."
Qiao Nian poured some alcohol on his hands to wash and disinfect them. Then, she asked him to help her press Master Cheng's hands and feet. Looking at the hideous wound on his abdomen, she gritted her teeth and poured the alcohol on it.
"Ah!"
The skin and flesh of the wound washed by alcohol turned white, and blood mixed with alcohol flowed to the ground. The piercing pain was definitely not something ordinary people could endure.
As expected, the semi-conscious Master Cheng instinctively struggled.
Qiao Nian quickly said, "Hold him down!"
"Okay." Qin Si sweated profusely as he grabbed Master Cheng's hands and feet tightly and said in a low voice, "Then what, Sister Qiao?"
