"This might hurt a little, Miss Wang. I'll do my best to be gentle." Mo Xian rifled through the first-aid supplies that the innkeeper brought for them and pulled out a square of clean cloth and a vial of realgar wine, a common antiseptic. He had Wang Jingyuan rest her arm on the table. Her short sleeve was rolled up all the way to reveal the shoulder wound. It was a cut about ten centimeters long that stretched across Wang Jingyuan's left bicep.
Wang Jingyuan watched as Mo Xian poured out a little bit of the antiseptic onto the clean cloth square. Then he carefully dabbed at the wound and wiped away the blood that was beginning to dry. Wang Jingyuan sucked in her breath sharply as the antiseptic touched her wound.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Mo Xian stopped what he was doing and looked at Wang Jingyuan worriedly.
"No, it just stings a little bit," Wang Jingyuan replied.
