"Thank you for telling me, Brother Chen."
Fang Han silently committed Wang Hai's name to memory.
His expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple.
Then he turned around and crouched down, taking the porcelain bottle containing the Blood-Qi Pill from his robe. He pulled out the stopper and poured out the last pill inside.
Fang Han held the Blood-Qi Pill to Fang Ding's mouth. "Big Brother, take this. It'll ease your injuries."
Sweating profusely from the pain, Fang Ding opened his mouth at those words and swallowed the Blood-Qi Pill.
The medicine entered his stomach, and before long—
The pallor in his face eased slightly, his breathing steadied somewhat, and even the pain from his broken arm seemed to lessen by a fraction.
"Big Brother, bear with the pain."
Fang Han rose and looked around the work shed.
He quickly found two wooden sticks in a corner, then asked Chen Qiu for some strips of cloth.
He returned to Fang Ding's side and crouched down.
Carefully, he set the broken right arm straight, clamped it between the wooden sticks, and wrapped it round and round with the cloth strips to secure it.
His big brother's right arm had been badly fractured, the bone snapped cleanly in two.
If it was not treated quickly, any delay would surely leave him crippled for life!
That arm would be completely useless then!
"Ah!"
Although Fang Ding had clenched his teeth and endured the pain, the agonizing pain of his flesh and bones being pulled as the wooden splints secured his broken arm still forced a scream from him.
Veins bulged across his forehead, and beads of sweat rolled down his face. The color that had only just returned to his cheeks faded again, leaving him deathly pale.
Fang Han said nothing, but his