Although Aunt Mao was more cunning than others, she was still a decent person.
Moreover, her son's face was covered in blood, looking the most serious.
Yunyi directly called Xue Linfang, "You handle the wounds on his face; I'll check his arm."
Xue Linfang saw Zhang Qingshan's blood-drenched face, and a flash of disgust crossed her eyes. But in front of so many people, what could she say? She had to step forward obediently and began to help clean up.
However, she was not used to this kind of work and was heavy-handed. Soon, Zhang Qingshan couldn't stand it anymore. "Xue Linfang, do you even know how to treat wounds, or do you think my face isn't injured enough?"
Scolded by Zhang Qingshan, Xue Linfang's movements became even more frantic, and her face flushed red with embarrassment as she gritted her teeth and retorted, "Cleaning a wound is always painful! Why is a grown man like you making such a fuss?"
