"Don't I look like one?"
"You do." He looked at Feng Jiu, whose head never looked up while she tended to his wound: "Your technique is very skillful."
"Maybe it's because I get injured quite often or I help others bandage their wounds." She looked up at him and smiled: "However, unlike you, I don't save people easily and defend injustice."
The mercenary froze as he knew that the young boy was talking about the first time they had met when he had protected them. While he was still in a daze thinking about the boy's words, he heard a crack. Beads of sweat appeared from his forehead and he groaned.
"Alright, I've reset the bones, the next step is to apply the medicine." She said and looked up at him. When she saw his forehead was covered in sweat, she smiled and said: "Relax, it won't hurt much longer. "
