Meng Xi'er carefully cut open his bandage with a pair of scissors, then gingerly used tweezers to pry out the glass shards embedded in her flesh. Her actions were meticulous and gentle, the mark of a professional.
She swiftly removed the shards, then applied an antiseptic powder, finally dressing his hand again with a bandage.
The final knot was tied beautifully.
Lu Yebai gently touched his freshly bandaged hand, feeling a sense of satisfaction. She still cared for him.
"Where did you learn how to do all this?"
He asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.
There was no need for Meng Xi'er to learn these skills when she was growing up.
As she finished tending to his wounds and organizing the medical supplies, she heard Lu Yebai's question. Disinterest filled her voice as she replied, "I learned it in prison."
When she first went in, she was young and had a bad temper, so she was frequently bullied by the older inmates.
