Every special forces soldier could perform simple suture surgeries. Picking out a thorn was a piece of cake. After picking out all three thorns, there were three balls of blood-stained cotton on the stainless steel plate. They were bright red and glaring.
The thorns had indeed been deep inside her flesh. Fortunately, they weren't long. It wouldn't be a problem to disinfect the wounds with iodine.
There were different degrees of injuries on her face, palms, elbows, and knees. The most shocking thing was the injury to her calf. After a night, the bruise on her calf was green and purple. There were even purple spots of blood.
Without a word, Xia Jinyuan poured the saffron oil on his hand and rubbed his palms together until they were warm. Then, he massaged Ye Jian's calf.
Ye Jian didn't know when she bumped her calf. She lay on the bed and endured the pain as Xia Jinyuan massaged her calf. Eventually, her calf felt hot and comfortable.
