It was only when Wenren Ningjing cast them a sidelong glance with knitted brows did the two handle the injured more carefully.
While helping out on the side, Kong Roumiao couldn't resist commenting, "Xiao Jing, why do we have to help her when that crown prince consort is so arrogant?"
"Are we helping her?" As she pursed her lips, Wenren Ningjing deftly cleansed the soldier's wound and wrapped his arm with gauze. "This is a doctor's instinct. No matter how huge our enmity is with that arrogant and imperious crown prince consort, this has nothing at all to do with a doctor's duty. Official matters are separate from private ones, so we are only rescuing people."
"Oh." Kong Roumiao flattened her lips as she handed a pair of scissors to Wenren Ningjing.
After cutting off the extra gauze, Wenren Ningjing told the soldier, "You can't let your wound come into contact with water for these two days. Rest well, and you'll recover."
