Dongmei's arm had a layer of flesh the size of a palm that was torn off forcefully. The method was extremely brutal. If there was no suitable piece of skin to replace it, it would really be impossible to sew it up.
Dongfang Jing ignored the situation outside, and said calmly, "I'll talk about it later, suture first."
"I'm afraid it won't work..." Dongmei looked embarrassed.
Dongfang Jing, on the other hand, remained calm, and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I have a solution."
As she spoke, she helped Dongmei to sit on the edge of the screen, only two steps away from Ziyan.
Zi Yan was already in great pain, the blindfold was broken off, and a hideous and terrifying face was exposed, distorted.
Dongfang Jing cleaned the fruit knife carefully, put it on the flame and burned it to make sure it was clean, and then grabbed Zi Yan's uninjured left arm violently.
"woo woo woo woo-"
Zi Yan was terrified, her eyes widened, and she yelled at her.
Dongfang Jing could guess what she was going to say, but it didn't matter now, she couldn't hear clearly anyway, so she didn't have to be so restless.
Holding the knife in one hand, she measured Ziyan's left arm with the other hand for a long time, then raised the knife and cut off a piece of skin the size of a palm on Ziyan's body neatly!
"Ah! ah—"
Although Zi Yan's tongue was rotten, her screams were still extremely ear-piercing.
Dongfang Jing glanced at her coldly, pulled the corners of her lips and said, "What did you just say? You said that I couldn't find the herbs, that I couldn't help Dongmei stitch it up, that... Dongmei's arm will be destroyed? Look at it now." Are you clear?! If you didn’t see it clearly, I can explain it to you more carefully! After half a day, your wound will fester and rot. Without medical treatment, it will soon rot until you can see the bones! Dongmei’s arm is fine, It is your arm that will be destroyed!"
Zi Yan was so painful that she was about to pass out, her teeth chattered non-stop, making a creaking sound.
"Heh..." Dongfang Jing sneered, "Zi Yan, I said earlier that I will make your life worse than death."
After finishing speaking, she turned around, and after carefully handling the skin that had just been removed, she sewed it up stitch by stitch for Dongmei.
For more than an hour, in order to help Dongmei treat the wound, Dongfang Jing kept kneeling on the ground, until the last stitch was perfectly stitched, she wanted to get up, and then she staggered and fell to the ground!
"Master!" Dongmei panicked and quickly helped her up, "Master, how are you?"
Dongfang Jing shook her head, smiled slowly and said, "It's okay, it's just that I've been kneeling for a long time, my knees are sore, and my legs are numb. I missed it for a while and almost fell."
Only then did Dongmei notice that she was still kneeling on the ground.
The dignified Princess Gong knelt down as a servant with no status, Dongmei was startled, she quickly helped her up, and said guiltily, "Master, it's Dongmei who made you suffer."
"What nonsense?" Dongfang Jing gave her a sideways look and stopped her from continuing. She had already seen through Dongmei's mind at a glance, but she thought that all people were born equal, there was no distinction between high and low, and she never treated her as a humble person.
Dongmei is a smart person, so she naturally understood Dongfang Jing's thoughts, and swallowed her gratitude abruptly. She glanced sideways at the getting late sky outside the window, frowned, patted her head, and said eagerly, "The master was busy sewing up the wounds of the servant, but the servant was in a daze for a moment, and almost forgot the business! I don't know who has tampered with the Eighteenth Prince, and now the Eighteenth Prince is seriously ill and infected with the plague... Presumably in a while, His Majesty will come to Xingshi to question him!"