The handsome young man was suspended on a rack, with wires attached to his limbs, joints, and neck.
Some were bound and entangled, while others were pierced directly into flesh and blood.
Qin Zhaoyue wanted to put the person down, but for a moment she didn't know where to start.
"I'll do it."
Sui Mo silently approached her and drew the short sword from her pair of swords.
Upon advancing to the fourth rank, true qi flows into the limbs and bones, and the subtle control over true qi reaches a new level.
Besides, those wires were only used to bind ordinary people without cultivation, so they weren't anything special.
By covering the blade with true energy, it can be easily cut.
With gentle movements, Suimo first cut the wire binding her lower body.
His legs immediately drooped down, swaying weakly.
Qin Zhaoyue pursed her lips and noticed a piece of white cloth lying on the ground not far away.
Ha, at least they prepared a shroud?
After picking it up, I found it was covered in grime, including dust, black ash, and a lot of blood.
When it was spread out on the ground, it was about the length of a person.
Sui Mo moved quickly and cleanly, cutting all the wires.
The boy had almost bled out of his body. Using his inner energy to support his body and prevent him from falling, he was gently placed on the shroud.
His body and limbs were mangled beyond recognition, but his face was unmarked, revealing that he had been a handsome young man in life.
Given his appearance, he wouldn't have come to this point if he had given in.
It takes a considerable amount of time for someone to bleed to death, which shows that he never gave up his dignity as a human being from beginning to end.
Huff... huff...
Looking at the eyes that were still unwillingly closed, his breathing became heavier and his vision became somewhat blurred.
"Bring me a needle and thread."
The cell was full of instruments of torture, so finding a thin needle and thread wasn't difficult; Sui Mo quickly retrieved what she needed.
She was quite adept at threading the needle and tying knots.
In her previous life, Qin Zhaoyue spent a long time in the hospital.
At that time, when medical staff were scarce, many interns were put into the profession rather than being trained.
I've seen many people secretly practice sewing with orange and grape peels, and I've even tried it a few times when I was extremely bored.
With her skill level, she naturally couldn't do the cleaning and suturing, but... what she was facing was a corpse.
"I never expected that I would be able to use cadavers to practice suturing in my lifetime."
I had this thought in my mind, but I couldn't make myself laugh.
He held a needle in his right hand and touched the boy's chest and abdominal wounds with his left.
"Your Highness..." Sui Mo exclaimed in surprise, realizing what His Highness was about to do, "Let me do it."
Qin Zhaoyue's hand had already touched the boy's skin. "Help me."
Sui Mo immediately squatted down and, with the aid of his true energy, gently smoothed the wound as much as possible.
Exhaling a breath of stale air, Qin Zhaoyue composed herself.
Without much hesitation, the needle pierced the boy's skin.
At first, his movements were a bit clumsy, but as the one-finger-long wound on his abdomen closed, he became more and more skilled.
On one side was the cruel punishments of the Black Prison, and as time went by, Diceheart did not get used to the pain.
Each strike was accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream.
"Kill me, please, kill me! Ah!!!"
The perpetrator only endured a dozen or so stab wounds, and before the flesh on his cheeks was even completely removed, he was already determined to die.
Seven or eight steps away, beside the stained shroud, Qin Zhaoyue held her breath, her attention focused on the needle in her hand and the boy's wound.
The needle pierced the skin and the thread passed through the flesh with only a slight, almost imperceptible sound.
The riot in the prison gradually subsided.
The enemy you hate to the core is being tortured right before your eyes. You want to drink their blood and eat their flesh. You should feel great satisfaction and vent your anger.
But more and more teenagers are focusing their attention on that quiet profile.
Kneeling before the corpse, head bowed, movements progressed from clumsy to practiced.
With each needle and thread removed, the boy's gaping wounds on his chest and abdomen began to close rapidly, but his once fair hands were now stained with dirt.
The shouts and silence clashed, and the violent emotions were gradually calmed down.
The butterfly girl couldn't help but cry out. She immediately covered her mouth tightly, but couldn't stop her shoulders from shaking and sobbing silently.
Qin Zhaoyue immersed herself in the task and gradually found her rhythm.
Once you get past the initial sensation of the needle piercing your skin, it's actually not much different from sewing clothes.
Of course, the broken ink actually played a significant supporting role.
She gently gathered the skin and flesh together with her inner energy, greatly reducing the difficulty of suturing.
In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the large wounds on the boy's chest and abdomen had been completely closed.
Qin Zhaoyue began the final step: tying a knot.
As a result, it took several dozen breaths to get the injection working, and sweat started to bead on my forehead.
There was nothing she could do; she had only tried it a few times with orange peels.
As for techniques... well, to put it simply, there are no techniques.
In the end, as a last resort, I managed to tie a rather unsightly knot, but at least it was quite secure.
Not quite satisfied with the finishing touches that had turned into a small ball of yarn, Qin Zhaoyue tied it into a bow.
Qin Zhaoyue breathed a sigh of relief as the broken ink severed the silk thread.
Thanks to the excellent assistance, the stitching was quite neat. Who can complain? You can only say she's skillful.
He raised his hand and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. Okay, he hasn't lost his skill.
The shattered ink remained silent.
It's one thing to know some strange medical skills, but now he even knows the skills of a corpse collector?
Regardless of the circumstances, the Sixth Prince probably has no chance of ever coming into contact with this in his life. Could it be that he was born with this knowledge?
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