"Ouch!"
Noah winced in pain when the old lady rubbed the cotton swab soaked in herbal medicine in his deep wound on the finger. Watching his quiver, the woman frowned and scolded him, looking a bit anxious, "How can you get so injured on your first day here, brat? How are you going to survive here at this rate?"
"I-It's fine...I was just a bit reckless, madam." Noah tried to smile with little difficulty, but the burning sensation on that wound was putting him in a difficult state.
While dressing his wounded finger with a bandage, her sharp gaze didn't avoid the sight of the embroidered blood-soaked silk handkerchief with him. Holding a skeptical look in her brooded eyes, she asked him, "Brat, where did you get this refined silk handkerchief? It's something that, people of lowly status like us can't afford."
