Yet he could only watch with open eyes as Zhe Jue sealed the porcelain bottle and then sauntered away, returning to that table to continue eating their food.
"Woo, woo."
He was almost driven to death by anxiety.
For fuck's sake, his wound hadn't even been dressed yet, at least give him some medicine, wrap it up a bit!
Even if it was just a wound on his wrist, if he let the blood keep flowing like this, he could die too, and he must not die!
"Zhen Wu."
After a good while, Sui Zimo glanced at Jiang Zuo.
Zhen Wu understood and took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, which contained a powder for treating knife wounds.
He stood up, went over to Yin Lvqing's side, applied the medicine, then grabbed a white cloth strip and haphazardly wrapped it around Yin Lvqing's wrist, turning it directly into an oversized rice dumpling!
"So annoying, go stand at the side!"
