Candles, scissors... needles and thread.
The needle and thread had been taken out by Beibei herself. She seemed to carry a sewing kit with her—but Nan Xiaonan only took a furtive glance. Was this medical equipment?
She looked just like an ordinary young migrant worker caught in such a situation: pale-faced, at a loss, and standing silently to the side. Aside from staring blankly at the whole scene, she had no idea what she was supposed to do.
"The wound's been treated. Luckily, this thing didn't have a blood groove. Otherwise, it would've been a lot of trouble."
Clang!
Beibei tossed the bloodstained knife directly into a stainless-steel plate. There were already quite a few bloodstained paper balls on the table.
"Sister Nan, could you please get me some hot water? And a towel... preferably a clean one."
Beibei spoke quickly.
"Oh... oh, I-I'll go... right now." Nan Xiaonan nodded nervously, then staggered into the bathroom.
Beibei glanced at the phone Nan Xiaonan had left on the table instead of holding onto. She seemed to quietly let out a sigh of relief and slowly lowered the scissors clenched in her hand.
She had no choice... It was impossible to get far while carrying the injured Mr. Jin, so they could only hide for the time being—but she couldn't be sure that Sister Nan, whom they had known for barely a week, wouldn't react like an ordinary person.
After his wound was treated, Mr. Jin looked extremely weak. Although Ye Yan's flying dagger had no blood groove, the wound it had stabbed was very deep. It had probably injured his internal organs?
There was nothing useful in this rental room, and Beibei had no way to perform many examinations.
"We... need to leave here as soon as possible." Mr. Jin spoke