Qin Liuxi straightened up, looking toward the anxious Xi Zheng, and said, "Be careful not to stretch the wound, otherwise it will have to be stitched again. When he wakes up, even using Powder for Anesthesia will be painful, and you won't be able to stitch as neatly as I did."
Xi Zheng and Qi Qian shuddered unconsciously upon hearing this, turning their gazes toward the boy on the bed.
Watching the boy in pain, they too felt discomfort as if the needle and thread were moving on their own bodies.
"Then, will he still die?"
Qin Liuxi proudly declared, "The person I snatched from the hands of Black and White Impermanence will not just die like that."
As she spoke, her gaze unintentionally swept across the foot of the bed, her lips curling up provocatively.
Qi Qian noticed it and instinctively looked over, but there was nothing there, so whom was she looking at?
