"These are all flesh wounds." Di Mingzhe said with a cold expression, "It's a good thing these got scraped, otherwise you might be seriously injured. These minor injuries can be neglected for now, where else does it hurt the most?"
Where did it hurt the most? Di Xiaxia knitted her brows, after a moment she said, "I'm a bit uncomfortable in my abdomen."
"Let me see." Di Mingzhe then lifted her oversized vest.
A noticeable wound appeared in her abdomen. The wound had split slightly and a bit of blood seeped out.
Thankfully, it wasn't incredibly severe.
However, Di Mingzhe's eyes noticeably darkened; he simply reached out and ripped her vest off altogether.
"What are you doing?" Di Xiaxia's frown deepened; she struggled to sit up.
"Don't move." Di Mingzhe's slender yet cold fingers stopped her; while attentively tending to her wounds, he ordered, "Your abdomen is torn open. I am going to bandage it up first."
"Is the injury serious?" Di Xiaxia asked.
