"Like this?"
When I thought about it carefully, it made sense. In this era, narcotics haven't yet been introduced, so external injuries are typically treated directly with medicine and bandages. As for pain, people just have to bear it by clenching their teeth.
For people like Brother An who need to cut open the skin and then pull the muscles, enduring that kind of pain is unbearable to think about, especially since Ye Zi'an is still a young boy. He is not like those soldiers who often get injured and have high pain tolerance. To be honest, I'm worried he might not be able to handle it.
That's how Yang Chuxia felt, but Ye Zi'an did not think so.
After a pause, he said, "But I want to be treated."
Yang Chuxia heard a determination in his voice. As she looked up, she saw seriousness and resilience written all over Ye Zi'an's handsome face. "Wait till I get a little older. When I turn sixteen, I'll go to the doctor for treatment. I can definitely bear the pain."
