Chen Xiaolong let out a sigh of relief, fearing most that the wound was so large it would need suturing.
Not only would that have risked excessive blood loss, but it could also have left scars.
As for the current size of the wound, it was manageable with the use of herbal medicine to stop the bleeding.
Chen Xiaolong gently cleaned the wound with water, removing all the dirt trapped in the cuts.
Then, he pressed on Bai's delicate buttocks, squeezing out the clot.
After this series of cleaning, the risk of infection from the wound was much reduced.
"Bai, bring the herbs."
Chen Xiaolong glanced at Bai, who was blushing profusely, lying prone on the ground with an unnatural complexion.
Their positions were quite suggestive, too.
Bai's slender jade legs were curled up, face down in Chen Xiaolong's arms, with her buttocks raised and bare.
And one half of her tender buttock cheek was in his grip to slow the flow of blood and prevent too much loss.
