Jian Qingqing was very interested when she heard that Wei Wusheng wanted to shave off rotten meat.
In reality, in modern times, such injuries were not difficult to treat. Removing the rotten meat was only a small project. However, in this world where there were no anti-inflammatory drugs or anesthetics, Jian Qingqing was very curious about what Wei Wusheng would do.
After sleeping for a while, Wei Wusheng went to the county office to check on the medicinal herbs that Ming Zhiyan had prepared. After finding that they were all ready, he nodded his head in satisfaction.
He looked at Jian Qingqing who was enjoying it at the side and patted her head helplessly. "Aren't you a girl? Why would you want to see such a bloody thing? Shouldn't you run away crying?"
Jian Qingqing rolled her eyes at him and said, "Who said that girls should cry? Do you believe that I'll make you cry?"
Wei Wusheng said, "Come on, come on, I'll see what you can do to make me cry!"
