Ni Cuihua nodded, "Alright, I'll go take a shower first." Half-drenched, covered with bits of soil, she certainly felt a tad uncomfortable.
Ni Yang stepped out with the first-aid box, moved a stool in front of Shangguan Dehui and said, "Uncle Shangguan, please put your leg up."
"Okay." Shangguan Dehui did as instructed.
Ni Yang took out the medicines, cleaned around the wound with medical alcohol, and before proceeding with the stitches, she said, "Uncle Shangguan, I have no anesthetic here. It might hurt a bit later, please bear with it."
"Hmm." Shangguan Dehui nodded in response.
Ni Yang then handed him a chopstick, "If you can't bear with the pain, you can bite on this stick."
"Thank you." Shangguan Dehui took the chopstick.
A moment later, Ni Yang started stitching the wound.
Stitch after stitch, like mending a piece of clothing, blood kept seeping out from the wound. Pools of bright red blood tainted her pale fingertips, but Ni Yang didn't so much as furrow a brow.
