Seeing that she remained unmoved, Hu Xiaotian could not help reminding her again. "Hey, I need light! Give me a hand, will you? Some light, some light!"
Only then did Murong Feiyan snap out of her daze. She stumbled over to fetch the bronze mirror and finally managed to focus the light on the bloody hole in Wan Tingsheng's head. Bold as she usually was, and despite having killed plenty of villains while punishing evil, she simply could not bring herself to look closely now.
Hu Xiaotian peered into Wan Tingsheng's wide-open skull and, sure enough, spotted the hematoma. Delighted, he said, "It really is an epidural hematoma. Luckily, it isn't too severe."
Murong Feiyan sighed inwardly. She had no idea what an epidural hematoma was. Weren't skulls hard anyway? Whose skull was soft? Now such a huge bloody hole had been knocked into the second Wan son's head-what were they going to do? Using the light, Hu Xiaotian examined Wan Tingsheng's cranial injury and confirmed that the cerebral contusion was not accompanied by a subdural hematoma. He should regain consciousness fairly soon. Judging by the hematoma's location, however, this nearly fatal injury had nothing to do with him. He had struck the man on the forehead, but the hematoma was on the temporal side. Apparently, someone else had also landed a few blows on this bastard's head. Just how hated was the Wan family's second young master, to have so many enemies even in his own home? But who exactly had seized the opportunity to strike him underhandedly?
The next task was to clear out the hematoma and stop the bleeding completely. Without modern surgical equipment such as a suction device, the operation naturally became considerably more difficult and time-consuming, but that posed no obstacle to Hu Xiaotian. Throughout