After a day and a night, the wound was swollen to the size of a palm, which was very eye-catching on his thin leg.
It was no wonder that he was able to hold it in and not make a sound even though he was walking awkwardly.
"Mother, it doesn't hurt." The child smiled nonchalantly and consoled her, "
"I'll go ask for food tomorrow. I'll definitely get a lot of good food for mother."
Song Qing's small fingers touched the wound. Spiritual energy seeped out from his fingertips and gently entered the wound.
The cool chill immediately soothed the swelling and pain. Under the effect of the spiritual power, the unusually red and swollen injury seemed to have dissipated by more than half in an instant.
She wanted to touch the wound on his face again, but the child was extremely vigilant.
His arms and legs were not fatal, and he knew when to choose. When she touched him, although he was afraid, he did not dare to protect himself.
