Tang Yuxin placed her hand on a man's arm, gently feeling downward.
"How does this feel?"
Gu Ning crouched down. Since Tang Yuxin's facial expression wasn't looking good, it must be particularly serious, regarding the one who was thrown aside, claiming he was half-dead, but he hardly looked half-dead.
But Tang Yuxin refused to treat him, not because his injury was too severe or untreatable, but because he was not sick in the first place. Well, he was actually sick. Sick with what?
A disease of fear.
A self-imposed disease, unrelated to anyone else.
"Uncle Gu, help me get some wood,"
Tang Yuxin's hand remained on the man's arm; his arm was broken and needed to be stabilized. Under current conditions, she couldn't possibly set the man's bone. She didn't have medicine, energy, or the necessary conditions.
Gu Ning stood up and quickly found some wooden planks for Tang Yuxin.
