Zhang Xiaowei looked at Jing Yu's curious eyes and whispered slightly embarrassedly, "A folk remedy."
"What kind of folk remedy? Just spill it out already."
Jing Yu was truly at her limit and shouted anxiously.
Scared that Jing Yu might lose her temper, Zhang Xiaowei dared not keep her in suspense any longer.
"Old folks in the countryside say saliva can disinfect and relieve pain. Should we give it a try?"
"This..." Jing Yu was also stunned, not expecting this approach, but she had no other choice. After hesitating for a while, she could only agree, "Let's try it."
Seeing her consent, Zhang Xiaowei nodded, bent down, and licked her wound directly.
"Hiss!"
Jing Yu inhaled sharply and frowned deeply.
After going back and forth several times, Zhang Xiaowei raised his head and asked, "How is it? Does it feel any better?"
Jing Yu nodded and softly replied, "It really doesn't hurt anymore."
"I told you so; the old ancestral remedies aren't without merit."
