Aunt Yeung was right about the white fog being bad for one's health though I don't think she meant it like this.
A pair of burly women in robes rushed towards me and Gou Ngaam, carrying a moaning man between them on a makeshift stretcher.
"Lay him here," said Gou Ngaam, indicating the small bit of open floor in front of her. "Misha."
"Got it." I held out the pair of scissors to the snake woman and she snipped a neat line down the front of the unconscious man's bloodied shirt.
The two women looked between them but Gou Ngaam made a shooing motion. "Go do what needs doing," she said. "Leave Sam-gor to us."
Beside me the little Gou Wun had already rustled up a wad of dense cloth for staunching the wound.
"Get the needles and thread ready," said Gou Ngaam as she placed her hands on either side of the blade wound. I couldn't see her channel her qi into the man to search for foreign bodies but I felt it. After a moment she lifted her hands. "Needles."
