That night, upon returning from outside, Dong Huiying had already purchased enough herbal poisons, as well as a set of silver needles and a few lightweight small knives.
She methodically completed the preparation of the herbs she needed, then took a roll of cloth and bit into it, using silver needles to seal several major acupuncture points on her shoulder. Afterward, she held a small knife, inch by inch, tilting her head, watching her own snow-white right shoulder while her eyes followed the knife blade cutting open her skin.
Medicine cannot heal the healer; she saw her shoulder bone fractured into several pieces. She pieced them together, embedded steel nails to stabilize the shattered bones, and then began suturing.
She lacked a few herbs and could not prepare an anesthetic; although silver needles could draw blood, the pain of cutting flesh and the agony of digging into bone could not be dulled by a few silver needles.
