He looked hesitant, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself from looking at him.
Fengjiu raised her eyes and glanced at him, saying, "If you have something to say, just say it."
"I'd like to ask you to help Uncle Sun see if his leg can be cured?" As he said this, he turned around and glanced at the middle-aged man who was leaning against a tree, his face pale but still enduring the pain.
"Uncle Sun is actually a very nice person. Although he is from another family, he is very loyal to our Guo family. He didn't mean to offend you before, but he didn't know and didn't dare to believe that you were protecting us."
He tried his best to speak well of the middle-aged man, hoping that Fengjiu could help him take a look at the wound on his calf. After all, the bite from the wolf was so deep that the bone was visible. He had been holding on until now, and he wondered if his leg was still useful.
Feng Jiu glanced at him, followed his gaze towards the middle-aged man under the tree, thought for a moment, and stood up and walked towards him. When she came in front of him, she said, "Open the corner of your trousers."
Guo Xinning, who followed him, quickly stepped forward and cut open his trouser leg, revealing a wound deep enough to see the bone and oozing blood. The sight of the rows of wolf-tooth marks made him shudder.
The bite was so deep...
"My leg is useless, there's no way to heal it..." Before he could finish his words, Fengjiu took a mouthful of wine and sprayed it onto his calf. The wine sprayed onto the wound, causing him to scream in pain and almost faint.
Guo Xinning, who was standing by, was worried. The wound was painful, not to mention the alcohol sprayed on it? That kind of pain must be worse than death, right
"This is a wolf bite. It can't be disinfected without alcohol." She said lightly, put the wine away, and muttered: "You wasted two sips of my good wine."
The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this, but he didn't say anything else. He just looked at the young man squatting next to him.
"Xiaojiu, do you need my help?" Xie Yutang came forward and asked.
"Well, clean the wound." Fengjiu said as she prepared things.
“Okay.” Xie Yutang had become quite skilled at cleaning and bandaging wounds in the past two days. He stepped forward and cleaned the middle-aged man’s wound, but the blood kept flowing. He couldn’t help but look back at Feng Jiu: “This wound keeps bleeding after being wiped. What should I do?”
"It's okay, I won't leave it in a while." She said, turning around with the silver threaded in her hand, looking at the middle-aged man and said, "The flesh on your foot was almost bitten off. I have to bandage it up. It will be a little painful, just bear with it."
"Branch, bite it!" Xie Yutang picked up a branch nearby and handed it to him for him to bite.
The middle-aged man looked at the needle in Fengjiu's hand and his heart skipped a beat: "This needle? For sewing? Can this work?"
Fengjiu glanced at him and said, "Okay."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man had no choice but to bite the branch and endure it.
"Just wipe the blood if it comes out, don't block the place where I need to sew stitches." She instructed Xie Yutang.
"Okay, I understand." He responded, and was also a little curious about how this needle could sew the flesh.
Until he saw Fengjiu taking the needle and thread and sewing up the bitten flesh like sewing clothes, his heart couldn't help but tremble. It turned out that the technique of sewing clothes could be used in this way