Feng Zheyu obediently let Lu Xiaoyou assist him into the bedroom; he had injuries, so Lu Xiaoyou had him recline on the bed.
She unwrapped the bandage on Feng Zheyu's body, revealing the wound that had been stitched up but had come apart again.
Lu Xiaoyou used an alcohol swab to clean the blood around the wound. She directly used sterilized surgical clamps and tweezers to stitch his wound again.
Feng Zheyu endured the pain. Even though his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were still curled in a smile.
"Your stitching is much better than Director Wang's."
Lu Xiaoyou used a special stitching technique; without a careful look, the stitched wound showed no trace of the sutures.
She didn't say anything, but naturally accepted Feng Zheyu's praise.
Lu Xiaoyou turned around, crushed a few pills, mixed them with other agents, and made a poultice.
