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However, the blood was flowing a bit too fast, staining and soaking one cotton ball after another, and yet it still didn't stop.
Chiang Xiao bit her lip and turned to run out again; she quickly returned with a small glass bottle containing half a bottle of green grass paste. It was unclear what it was, but it was definitely fresh.
Meng Xinian gave her a look.
"This, this is the hemostatic medicine that Grandpa always carried with him, it's very effective," Chiang Xiao said without raising her head, as she applied a small lump of the grass paste onto his wound.
It felt a bit cold.
But the bleeding stopped abruptly.
Chiang Xiao hurriedly pressed a piece of gauze down and then carefully bandaged him.
She held his hand with one hand and wrapped the gauze with the other, her movements extremely gentle.
