"What do I do?"
Su Ying turned around and glanced at Xiao Jin. "You'll supervise the work. I'll administer a different medicine to your leg tomorrow. I'll probably perform the surgery for you after the house is built. At that point, I'll stitch up the tendons in your leg that were cut previously."
Stitching up the broken tendons? Xiao Jin thought Su Ying was joking with him. However, when he saw her solemn expression, he knew that she would never make such a joke.
"Alright," he said. As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing a wound-closing plaster on his arm that was used to close the wound. "What is this?"
Su Ying glanced at it and said, "It's for closing small wounds. This way, I don't have to use a needle and thread to do stitching. This thing will dissolve into your skin after 24 hours. It won't cause you any harm."
"I just want to know where you got all these things."
