After disinfecting and cleaning Su Yan's wound, he applied golden sore medicine.
Situ Xiu sat on the chair, bandaging her.
The guards were also dealing with the bodies and bloodstains in the courtyard and hall.
Ning Zhi was sent away.
Only Su Yan and Situ Xiu were left in the hall.
He tied it tight for her.
Waiting as he wrapped it round and round.
Su Yan's hand was wrapped up like a big steamed bun.
Originally, the wound was on the palm, but after the bandaging, she couldn't flex her four fingers.
She tried to take it off.
"My hand can't move."
Situ Xiu grabbed her arm.
"For the next month, don't move this hand."
"But, how will I eat?"
Situ Xiu looked up at her.
"You are my guard, not thinking about how to protect me, just worrying about how to eat every day?"
Su Yan changed her words.
"I can't hold a sword."
"You can't even protect yourself, how will you protect me?"
"I…"
"What?"
"I... got it."
Su Yan lowered her head, silently clenched her fist.
