Tang San held the comb in his left hand. He had only reached the middle of Xiao Wu's braid when Oscar called from outside the door, telling him it was time to change his dressing.
Xiao Wu answered first, holding down his left arm as he tried to stand and having Ning Rongrong take the comb. After more than ten days, the wound on Tang San's right shoulder had closed, but the fine channels inside, damaged when the Soul Bone was stripped away, had yet to heal. He had tried raising his elbow the day before, and that night the wound had seeped blood again.
Oscar came in with fresh medicine. Seeing that Tang San was still watching her unfinished hair, he could not help saying, "Keep pushing yourself, and Rongrong can comb her hair for a whole year."
"I promised."
"Then wait until your hand works before promising a second time." Xiao Wu picked up the conversation, placing her left hand in his palm. "Today, change your dressing first."
For the first few days after her resurrection, she had needed help even to sit up, and the porridge she drank could not be too thick. The soul protected by the holy soul grass gradually joined with her body, while she slowly used up the remaining power of the Ginseng Medicine and Spirit Beast Pill. Even when she could get out of bed on her own, her legs still went weak, and one hurried step sent her reaching for the wall again.
Tang San stayed beside her. One could only raise his left hand, while the other could not walk far. When they tried to steady each other, they often ended up pulling themselves into pain first. Ning Rongrong simply moved away the little chair beside the bed and replaced