Therefore, by the time Wei Zian brought the medicine box, Lu Qing had already perfectly set the leg bone.
The gentleness of Lu Qing's bone-setting movements surprised the young girl, as she hardly felt any severe pain.
Next, Lu Qing used wooden planks to secure the girl's leg bone, then sprinkled the antiseptic medicine on the mangled flesh.
"Hiss!"
As the antiseptic medicine touched the wound, the girl couldn't help but let out a hiss of pain.
"Bear with it for a moment, it will hurt less in a while," Lu Qing comforted.
"Young Master, will a big scar remain on my leg afterward?"
Looking at the large patch of blood and carnage on her leg, the girl couldn't help but finally ask.
"Do you care about the scar?" Lu Qing asked.
"It's not that, I'm already grateful enough to be alive thanks to the Young Master's blessing, how could I dare to ask for more."
The girl shook her head, but the disappointment in her eyes could not be concealed.
