Yan Cijin glanced at Ren Ming, who was still struggling on the ground not far away. A little satisfaction flashed through her eyes when she saw those people acting so helpless and scared. She did not say anything, but she sat down beside Bai Li in silence, her whole mood much steadier than the others. Then she reached into her backpack, took out two wet wipes, and very gently wiped away the blood on Bai Li's neck and face. Her hands moved carefully, as if she was afraid of hurting her even a little bit. The blood had already dried in places, and the wipe slowly cleaned the skin beneath it, revealing Bai Li's pale face again.
After thinking for a moment, Yan Cijin reached out and grabbed Bai Li's right hand to check it. Sure enough, the wound had started bleeding again. The skin around it looked torn open, and fresh blood was seeping out. Yan Cijin's brows pulled together at once. She lowered her voice and said, "Rest well, and try not to use your hands again."
