Xiang Ying pressed down on her: "Endure for a bit, soon I'll need to scrape off the rotten flesh from around your wound."
Qi Fengyi clenched her teeth and closed her eyes.
"Elder Princess, start whenever you're ready."
Xiang Ying made a turn inside her space's medical layer, there was no anesthesia.
So, it had to be done directly.
She first rinsed the wound inside and out with saline, washing away the mud and blood clots.
Then, she took a sharp dagger from her space.
Xiang Ying's movements to cut off the decayed flesh were quick and neat.
Qi Fengyi didn't have the time to cry out in pain before the most painful moment had already passed.
In the end, Xiang Ying covered the wound with thick hemostatic medicinal herbs and plasters, along with powdered anti-inflammatory medicine, and wrapped a bandage around her waist.
By the time Qi Fengyi was helped out of the forest by Xiang Ying, she was drenched in sweat, her face pale as if she had just survived death.
The next morning.
