Xie Yutang watched him walk back, and couldn't help but move his lips, saying apologetically: "I'm sorry, it's all our fault. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't have to help them grill the meat."
He lowered his head. Along the way, he had a vague guess that Fengjiu's strength was better than his, but he didn't know how strong she was. However, he knew that if it were any other time, Fengjiu would never agree to help them with the barbecue. It was only because of them that she lowered her head.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm free anyway." She smiled, came to sit down by the fire, and said to him, "You need to change the medicine on your wound. Come, let me help you take a look."
"Oh." Xie Yutang didn't say anything else, but obediently took off his coat, revealing the wounds inside.
"What should I do? There is only one bottle of medicine left." Xie Shisi frowned, worried that the wound would not heal after the medicine was used up.
"I have one here, you can keep your bottle first!" Fengjiu said, untying the belt around Xie Yutang's wound, checking the wound, and then taking out a bottle from the space to apply it on him.
When she saw the more serious wound festering due to sweat and the hot weather, she frowned slightly: "The wound is a little festering, it needs to be treated again."
"It's okay, just put some medicine on it." He also knew that the conditions were poor here, so he could only give a simple bandage.
Fengjiu glanced at him, then took out a knife and said, "I'll help you remove the rotten meat." As she spoke, she burned the knife in the flame.
When the Xie brothers and sisters heard his words, their faces changed slightly: "Cut it out? How can you do it?" He didn't know medicine, and he was using a knife to cut his flesh? How dare he
Looking at the pointed and sharp knife in Fengjiu's hand, Xie Yutang's face turned pale and sweat oozed out of his forehead: "No, no need, I think we should go back and deal with it! It shouldn't be a big deal..." He was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"By the time we get back, your arm will be useless." Feng Jiu said calmly, glancing at him: "Could it be that you are afraid of the pain? You don't dare to let me cut it?"
Xie Yutang swallowed his saliva: "This is not a question of whether you are afraid of pain or not, okay? You don't understand..."
His voice paused, and he held his breath and his body stiffened, because the man with the knife didn't even wait for him to finish his words, and had already started cutting his wound with the knife. Seeing this, his heart tightened, his whole body was tense, and he couldn't utter a word.
"Relax, don't be nervous. Practice makes perfect. I can practice on you more often." Fengjiu said leisurely while removing the festering flesh from his wound.
Xie Yutang stared at him with his eyes wide open. What does practice makes perfect mean? Practice more with him. How can this person be so heartless? His body was tense, but he didn't dare to move his eyes towards the wound, only staring at the person in front of him.
After Fengjiu removed the festering flesh from his wound, she cleaned it up again, then applied her medicine again and bandaged the wound.
"Okay." She went to the side to wash her hands, then came back and said, "I'm going to sleep for a while. Call me if you need anything." As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped onto the tree to rest.
Xie Yutang was looking at the re-bandaged wound. He felt that the wound didn't hurt as much after the medicine was applied. Instead, he felt a cool sensation. He couldn't help but glance at Fengjiu in the tree.