Although she had run continuously for over five hours and had not slept all night, Su Qiao was in high spirits after cultivating through the night.
She went nearby and caught two rabbits, then gathered some useful medicinal herbs and brought them back to the cave. She mixed some medicinal paste and prepared to reset Jiang Han's broken bone.
Although Old He did know a little about medicinal herbs, his technique for setting bones was not very professional.
If it continued growing like this, even if Jiang Han's leg healed, he would probably end up a cripple.
If that really happened, he would probably earn the nickname "Jiang the Lame."
Su Qiao felt that Jiang Mad Dog still sounded better than Jiang the Lame.
The cave was too dark, so Su Qiao moved a relatively flat, large stone to the entrance and had Jiang Han sit on it.
After removing the branches tied around his leg, Su Qiao carefully felt the fractured area.
Fortunately, the break was very clean. It was not a comminuted fracture.
The bones had simply not been aligned properly, causing the wound to become red and swollen, while the leg had also twisted into a strange, crooked shape.
"If it hurts, don't hold it in. You can cry out a few times if you need to."
Before starting, Su Qiao looked up and warned him.
"Only a few times?"
Jiang Han glanced indifferently at his swollen, reddened leg. He did not take the injury seriously and even had the mood to joke.
Su Qiao's hands paused. She cast him a speechless glance. "If you're not afraid of losing face, you can cry your eyes out. I won't mind."
If this man didn't care about saving face, what could she do about it?
Jiang Han: "..."
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