Han Jing glanced at An Chuxue, who was stitching up the incision, and said indifferently, "She won't die."
The housekeeper and the maid exchanged a glance, both excitedly knelt down before Han Jing, but before they could speak, Han Jing commanded in a low voice, "Shut up!"
The two silently bowed their heads and then rushed to clean the child.
An Chuxue stitched very quickly, even using absorbable catgut sutures, which nearly confirmed for Han Jing that this girl had traveled here.
Han Jing couldn't help but curve her lips; she really hadn't expected, in such an otherworld, that she could meet... an acquaintance, sort of?
Moreover, watching her speed with the scalpel, her technique, including her attitude while stitching, Han Jing thought, either she is particularly skilled, skilled to a certain level, or... she has a superpower.
