"Your hand's main issue is with the tendons; to heal it properly, we must first cut open the healed tendons and then stitch them back together."
Zhi Chen subconsciously touched his right arm with his left hand. He had injuries in two places: one on his right shoulder and one on his right wrist.
A smile played at the corner of his lips, "Thank you for your troubles, Baobao."
Dong Huiying paused for a moment, then unexpectedly blurted out, "Every time you call me Baobao, I have an illusion..." as if she was no longer the unloved little wretch from before, as if she truly was someone's treasure.
Zhi Chen looked at her in astonishment, "An illusion?"
Dong Huiying laughed lightly, "No, it's nothing. Please, take a seat."
She pointed to a stool and after Zhi Chen sat down, she opened a wooden box and took out a scalpel, hemostats, and other tools, as well as preparing a set of needles and thread.
