"I'm treating my injuries." Song Xiaodong said this while continuing to put on clothes.
"Treating injuries? Why are you taking off your clothes?"
"Nonsense, with so many wounds, if I don't take off my clothes they'll stick to the wounds, how could I treat them?"
Even though Song Xiaodong was beaten terribly, he still showed no courtesy to Qingluan.
"Hmph!" Qingluan turned her head, ignoring him.
Song Xiaodong took off his shirt and pants, and seeing the wounds on his legs and torso, he couldn't help but frown. These long gashes were all skin-deep, and the last two on his thighs even had the flesh turning up.
Taking a deep breath, Song Xiaodong skillfully started treating his wounds with the silver needles in his hand.
When he was being beaten, Song Xiaodong had already considered his back would be hard to reach, so he made sure the injured areas were in places easy to handle.
