He looked at her a little hesitantly.

Feng Jiu raised her eyes and glanced at him, then said: “If you have something to say, say it.”

“I want to ask if you will take a look at Uncle Sun’s leg and see if it can be treated.” He said, and looked back at the middle aged man who was sitting under the tree, enduring the pain.

“Uncle Sun is actually a good person. Although he is an outsider, he has always been very loyal to our Guo Family. He didn’t mean to offend you before. He didn’t know and didn’t dare to believe that it was you who protected us.”

He tried his best to speak kind words about the middle aged man in hopes that Feng Jiu would take a look at the wound on his calf. After all, the bite from the wolf was so deep that it had reached his bone. He had held on till now, he wondered if his leg would still be usable.

Feng Jiu glanced at him and followed his gaze towards the middle aged man sitting under the tree. After she thought about it, she stood up and walked over. She stood in front of him and said: “Cut off the lower part of his trousers.”

Guo Xinning, who had followed her, stepped forward hurriedly and cut open his trousers and revealed a deep wound with the bone showing and blood oozing out. The rows of wolf teeth marks made him shiver.

The bite was so deep…

“My leg is useless, it can’t be cured…” Before he finished speaking, he saw Feng Jiu spraying a sip of wine from her mouth onto his calf. The wine on the wound caused him to scream out in pain and he nearly fainted.

Guo Xinning’s heart raced. He was already in so much pain from his wound, let alone being sprayed with wine. That kind of pain was probably worse than death?

“It’s a bite from a wolf, it’s impossible to disinfect without alcohol.” She said lightly, then put the wine away and muttered: “What a waste of my good wine.”

The middle aged man couldn’t help but laugh when he heard it, but didn’t say anything. He just looked at the young man squatting beside him.

“Little Jiu, do you need my help?” Xie Yutang leaned forward and asked.

“Yes, clean up the wound.” Feng Jiu said while she prepared some items.

“Fine.” Xie Yutang had become quite skilled at helping to clean up wounds and bandaging wounds over the past two days.

He stepped forward immediately and cleaned the middle aged man’s wound, but the blood kept flowing. He couldn’t help but look back at Feng Jiu: “The wound is still bleeding, what should I do?”

“It’s fine, it will be fine after a while.” She said, then turned around with thread and a needle in her hand. She looked at the middle aged man and said: “The flesh from your leg was nearly bitten off, I have to sew it up. It will hurt a little, so bear with it.”

“Branch, bite it!” Xie Yutang picked up a branch on the side and handed it to him to bite.

The middle aged man looked at the needle and thread in Feng Jiu’s hand and his heart skipped a beat: “This is a needle? You’re sewing? Will this work?”

Feng Jiu glanced at him: “Of course.”

Upon hearing this, the middle aged man had no choice but to bite on the branch and endure it.

“Just wipe that blood that flows out, don’t get in the way of my sewing.” She instructed Xie Yutang.

“Yes, I understand.” He replied. He was also a little curious how she could sew flesh.

His heart trembled when he saw Feng Jiu holding the needle and thread and sewed the flesh together. It turned out that the method of sewing clothes could be used this way.

The middle aged man watched the needle and thread as it pierced his own flesh. The severe pain and the visual impact caused him to faint in the end…