"Fugui, watch him."
The German Shepherd Fugui obediently stared at the man on the ground, looking ready to act.
Lin Wanwan held her sword, turned, and quickly left. She was afraid that if she didn't leave, the blood flowing out would get on her bare feet.
She went back to her room, put on slippers, picked up her phone, and called Tan Qinghui, briefly explaining the situation.
Then Lin Wanwan came back to the hall outside, took out a medical kit from the seven-drawer cabinet, grabbed Yunnan Baiyao, some gauze, and a brand new unopened suture needle and thread, and came again to the thief lying on the ground. She then systematically used scissors to tear open his clothes, helped disinfect, suture, and bandage his wounds.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was a life-saving doctor, never guessing that she personally stabbed these wounds with a sword.
