Beianqi Aboard the Pirate Ship

The wrist was, after all, a vital functional part of the body.

"Wait here a moment."

Su Ming connected to Little Spiky Head, took out his phone, and consulted a doctor online. He soon had a treatment plan.

"Clean the wound, disinfect it, then reduce the swelling." Su Ming used a pen to note down a few details.

He also took a look around on Earth. Miao Xin had already arrived at the museum in Portsmouth. She had hidden Little Spiky Head in the corner of a chair and gone off to scout the place.

"Good work!" Su Ming praised Miao Xin.

"Thank you, Master!" the ghost said happily. "By the way, Master, what are we stealing this time? I've already looked all around the museum."

"Oh, don't worry about the inside," Su Ming replied. "Pay more attention to the defenses around the outside and the route to the airport. This time, our target is the entire museum. We're stealing it outright."

After disconnecting, Su Ming thought it over. Treating the wound would probably be very painful for Beianqi.

"Do you have a way to reduce the pain?" he asked. Local anesthesia on Earth required a subcutaneous injection, a procedure that called for professional skill. He wasn't very confident he could do it.

Beianqi cast a Paralysis Spell on herself. "This can reduce the pain. It lasts about ten-odd minutes. Is that enough?"

Su Ming nodded and began following the trauma care guide.

Although someone had already treated it, their resources seemed to have been limited, and the deeper part of the wound still hadn't been cleaned properly. With the aid of a medical lamp, Su Ming could clearly see a few fragments.

"Were you really trying to smash your own hand off back then?" he asked the girl.

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