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"Wrap it up quickly before you lose any more blood!" Qinghe chided angrily.
Muniang hurriedly called out to the outside, "Qian, go get the gauze and golden sore medicine!"
"Yes."
In no time at all, the gauze was brought over, and Qinghe immediately began to bandage the wound. Zeng Gang watched every move Qinghe made, his eyes nearly oozing adoration, as if the knife cut on his body didn't hurt at all.
Muniang watched Zeng Gang's foolish expression and thought back to his resolute demeanor just now, laughing secretly to herself. It was hard to tell, but when Zeng Gang was pushed into a corner, he was ready to jump over the wall - typically shy about matters of the heart, now he acted bolder than anyone once he got serious. Look at that attitude; it was practically a forced marriage scene.
