Then Yao Tongjia witnessed a miraculous scene: her master's wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye—it actually healed!
It seems the wound on my finger from last time really existed; I thought I was seeing things.
Yao Tongjia couldn't see or touch the condition of the heart, but when she touched the wounds on the skin, they were indeed scabbed over!
The scab formed in just a few seconds? This speed startled Yao Tongjia.
The scabs had already formed, and she removed the silver needles used to stop the bleeding. Her mind was in turmoil; this spiritual spring water was far too miraculous!
She didn't know if what she was doing was right or wrong. In this day and age, if others found out, she could be arrested as a ghost!
But we can't just stand by and watch our master pass away like this, can we?!
We must save her, and we must be convinced that someone has made a mistake and that the needle has not actually entered her heart. With this in mind, Yao Tongjia calmed down.
Yao Tongjia wanted to cover her master with a blanket, but felt it wasn't safe, so she simply carried her master into her room.
The master's clothes were covered in blood and mud. We changed all of the master's dirty clothes first, and then stuffed her into the quilt.
I ran to the kitchen to get hot water, washed my master's body, and changed her into clean clothes.
Yao Tongjia took her master's pulse and found that apart from excessive blood loss, there were no other problems.
The grayness in her master's face had disappeared, but thankfully her complexion was still pale and lacked rosiness, otherwise she wouldn't know how to explain it.
After Yao Tongjia put everything back in its place, she sat on the edge of the bed and wondered, "Would anyone believe that the blood on my master's body was tomato juice?"
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