"Hiss..."
In the rented apartment, Qiu Wuji was applying medicine to Chu Ge's wound. Chu Ge grimaced in pain. "What about the Healing Art? We don't seem to need such primitive methods, do we?"
"The tip of the dagger only went into your flesh a tiny bit. The wound isn't big or deep. Back where we're from, we wouldn't even treat a little injury like this! You wrote that."
Chu Ge said, "...I'm an idiot."
When he had never been stabbed himself, he could freely write about his characters shrugging off minor injuries. Only after actually getting stabbed did he learn what pain meant.
"I'm stopping the bleeding. I asked Baidu about the medicines here. In a bit, I'll put on some Mercurochrome and a large Band-Aid, and that'll be that. With your current constitution, you'll recover very quickly." Qiu Wuji kept a stern face. "I'm not healing it completely with the Healing Art because I want you to learn your lesson."
"To remember not to play the hero again?" Chu Ge asked. "But we agreed you wouldn't show yourself at first. I can't have you taking the lead every single time... Don't call me a poser. Even if there were no problems with your identity, this really is a man's business! I can't just watch you fight while cheering you on from behind."
"What are you babbling about? I mean remember how you're supposed to fight next time!"
Chu Ge said, "?"
"Even if you haven't learned any offensive techniques, you didn't need to take this wound!" Qiu Wuji was exasperated with him. "Two people lost their balance, and you punched one? What about the other? Was he dead? Also, your fists carry the power of the Golden Bell Shield. That's no small matter to ordinary people. Even if