Shuang Yin opened the clay pot and dug out the ointment. She smeared it on Wang Shui's back and carefully applied it.
This ointment was hand-made by her mother. It was miraculously effective in treating external injuries.
After the ointment was applied, it quickly melted and went deep into the wounds.
Wang Shui felt his wounds go cold, and the pain eased a lot.
After applying the medicine, Shuang Yin took out a white cotton cloth and bandaged his wounds.
Wang Shui remained sitting upright and motionless.
Neither of them spoke.
After his wounds were bandaged, Shuang Yin put away the remaining cotton cloth and returned it to the wooden box with the medicine jar.
"Alright, you can go now."
Wang Shui stood up. "Thank you."
After he walked out of the tent, he did not return to his own tent. Instead, he stood at the door of Shuang Yin's tent and guarded it.
