Being caught by that warm large hand, Beisitian's heart went 'thump', as if something had lightly struck it.
Looking at Luo Xudong again, his eyes were still closed, and he hadn't woken up.
Beisitian gently struggled a bit, realizing his grip was tight, pursed her lips, and had to use her other hand to pry it open.
Carefully flipping Luo Xudong's body over, upon seeing that patch of wounds again, Beisitian still felt quite apprehensive.
She asked Ma Xiaoling for hot water to cleanse her hands, needed a large basin of hot water, and then prepared the external flesh-cutting knife.
For the suppurating area on Luo Xudong's back, she needed to wipe it away with medicated cotton; if unable to wipe away, she would need to use the external knife.
Luo Xudong had many and large wounds, but fortunately not much suppuration; after cleaning it with medicated cotton, it was clear and didn't require the external knife.
