"Senior, come over and wipe the wound." Feng Jiu spoke without lifting her head.
"Uh... oh."
The old man recovered from his shock. Looking at the long wound, he felt a pain in his heart, so he could only come forward and gave her a hand. Whenever blood gushed out, she would wipe the blood with a clean cloth between the pliers so as to make her vision clearer while treating the surgical patient.
The people next to her were tense and their foreheads were slick with sweat, while Feng Jiu looked calm and collected. Wearing a mask, she cut with the knife carefully, and when she detected the location of the fragments in the wound, she took them out little by little.
They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the fragments taken out. They couldn't tell that this kid had some real skills.
About an hour or so, after removing the rotten flesh, Feng Jiu put the knife aside and took out the needle and thread from the space to stitch up the wound.
