The maids were skilled at serving people, but at this moment they were at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Song Tantan knew she couldn't rely on them, otherwise Ye Moxun wouldn't have called her over. She had brought a bottle of medical alcohol with her when she came over, and poured it from the glass bottle into the ceramic jar. It was just what she needed to use to clean her wound.

First, disinfect the dagger, then use it to scrape away the rotten flesh. After scraping it clean, wash the wound with alcohol, and finally apply wound medicine and bandage it.

"This bottle contains high-concentration liquor, which has a disinfecting effect. For the next three days, you need to wash the wound twice a day, apply medicine, and bandage it, just follow the steps I just described."

"Keep an eye on it tonight, see if the fever goes down, and if it will relapse after it goes down." After leaving the alcohol, Song Tantan left.

"Will the wound heal if I wash it with this liquor?" Bai Zhiyi picked up the earthenware jar containing the alcohol, wanting to open it and take a look.

At this moment, Song Tantan poked her head in from outside and warned, "This liquor is too strong. You can't drink it. It will kill you, or at least make you stupid. Be careful."

Bai Zhiyi's expression stiffened, and she awkwardly put down the pottery jar. After waiting for a while, and confirming that Song Tantan had really left, she finally spoke.

"This Miss Song speaks so rudely, she's not like a woman at all, she has no manners." Bai Zhiyi muttered under her breath. She felt a little guilty talking about someone behind their back, as her upbringing didn't allow her to gossip like a long-tongued woman.

"I've heard that all women of the martial arts world act this way—bold and unrestrained, not bound by worldly conventions, living a carefree and unconventional life." Bai Zhiyan walked to the window, looked at the gradually darkening sky outside, and smiled.