“My needlework skills are so-so. If we’re talking about skill, my older sister is better. She can embroider on both sides,” Yao Yao replied.
Grandma Yang glanced at Qiaoyu standing at the doorway, not daring to look at her on the bed, and shook her head. "She doesn't have the courage. Go and prepare pure gold thread and curved embroidery needles."
“I remember there were pure gold threads in Sister Hong’s room.”
"Go and get it right away."
Grandma Yang examined Zhong Jiu's wounds closely again and sighed repeatedly, "Where did he go?"
"The Emperor Chengsi of the Central Jin Dynasty."
“...A bunch of beasts! How can anyone be so despicable?”
Yang Yang lowered his head and dared not utter a sound. In fact, there were also punishments in Bianyun Village, but the kind that humiliated people were not used easily, unless the other party was not a human being at all.
Qiaoyu mustered her courage and said to Grandma Yang, "I can help too."
Grandma Yang thought for a moment and said, "Go and make some nourishing soup to replenish your qi and blood. Make a lot of it. It must be a gentle tonic, not a strong one, okay? Xiao Zhong is practically hanging on by a thread right now, he can't take it."
“Okay, this is my specialty.” Qiaoyu said and went out.
Qiaoyu ran into Yaoyao outside and said, "Sister, you're not leaving today. Stay and help out."
"Thank you, sister."
"Why are you being so polite with me?"
Yao Yao entered the room with her needle and thread and saw that Old Mrs. Yang had already prepared strong liquor and knives.
"The rotten flesh needs to be removed. I'll clean the wound, and you can stitch it up. He's unconscious anyway, so he won't scream."
"Okay." Yao Yao was completely forced into this situation, and even if she didn't know how, she had to bite the bullet and do it.
Qiaoyu cooked the nourishing soup and brought it in to Yangyang, who then fed it to Zhong Jiu, bowl after bowl. Although Zhong Jiu was still unconscious, he was covered in sweat, which looked painful.
Two and a half hours later, Yao Yao cut the last stitch. When she looked up, she met a pair of slender, fox-like eyes, especially the pupils, which were as black as the polar night and seemed to be able to terrify one's soul.
"You're awake." Yao Yao asked, "Is there anything else you need? Tell me."
"Tell the king that a black witch king has appeared in Xiangcheng, along with an old Taoist priest named Goufu Zhenren. They are plotting against the queen!"
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