"Third Uncle…You're here." Jin Ling was sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a nightgown, and her two thin legs were exposed. One of her legs had a deep wound from the glass.
Because of the thickness of the glass, the wound was relatively large after the needle was inserted.
The wound was covered in bright red blood that was flowing down his leg…
Su Dashan frowned and walked forward to squat down. ""Your rope is too tight. Your blood is not circulating!"
"Then it's still there ... Bleeding. I'm afraid that if I don't stab it tightly, the blood will flow even more." Jin Ling muttered.
"Any wound will bleed. You're too nervous. Relax ..." Su Dashan untied the tight rope. Blood flowed out of the wound again, and more and more.
