Guo Xinning watched in shock as Feng Jiu closed the skin with the needle and thread. When he saw her finally tying the thread with a knot and the blood had stopped oozing from the wound, he breathed a sigh of relief, and felt incredulous.
"I never knew that an embroidery needle had such a use."
"This is not an embroidery needle."
Feng Jiu pursed her lips and smiled: "This is my special suture needle that I had made." She put the things away and said to Guo Xinning: "The thread on his calf can be cut away in seven days. Don't let him walk during this time, or the wound will worsen."
"Yes, I understand." Guo Xinning nodded. He took turns looking after the middle aged man and the old man.
Feng Jiu went to rest under a tree, and she looked at the injured members of the Guo Family sitting on the ground. Her eyes flashed slightly, then she closed them to rest.
