Yunyi didn't refuse, realizing the gravity of the situation. Seeing the tools already prepared, she said, "Bring a basin of warm water."
She didn't remain idle. Picking up scissors from the tea tray, she cut open the injured man's clothes. A wild boar's tusks had pierced his stomach; the wound was truly gruesome.
Yunyi glanced at the medicines on the tray, moving the ones she needed to the front. She noticed a plastic bottle labeled 'Hemostatic Powder,' opened it, and sniffed the contents. It's not the best, but it should work, she thought, then asked, "Do you have any silver needles?"
A middle-aged woman nearby answered urgently, "Yes, yes, I know where they are!"
With that, she dashed behind the medicine cabinet, fumbled around inside for a moment, and retrieved a cloth package. "Chu Zhiqing, here you go."
It looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. "Is there any freshly boiled water?"
