After finishing the wiping, Naya took out all kinds of herbs. Squatting beside Ye Lin, she picked up various tools and began grinding them.
She ground the herbs into pulp and gently applied it to Ye Lin's wounds. Though she knew in her heart that these herbs could never heal such horrifying injuries, this was the most she could do now.
Even so, it was the very limit of what she was capable of.
And so, although she was already drenched in sweat, Naya never stopped moving her hands.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the whole night had slipped away.
In the distant sky, the sun slowly rose, its light falling over the earth and filling the land with life.
Naya wiped the sweat from her brow and looked with satisfaction at her handiwork.
After tidying everything away, she slowly covered Ye Lin with her straw mat, then took his dirty clothes and headed outside.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
After Naya left, a tremendous sound suddenly came from Ye Lin's chest. His chest rose and fell violently.
His wounds slowly began to heal. A fiery red glow wrapped around his heart, and Ye Lin's previously pale face gradually regained its color.
"Naya, what are you washing? It looks so pretty."
In the village, Naya was squatting beside the well, washing Ye Lin's clothes. Two women in grass skirts came over, staring curiously at the clothes in her hands.
"According to the records in the ancestral texts, this thing is called clothing."
Naya explained as she washed the garment in her hands. The two women, who had never seen such clothes before, squatted beside her with fascinated expressions.
The bloodstains on the garment were slowly washed away. After changing the water three times, Naya draped Ye Lin's clothes