At these words, Lorraine Morrison's crying stopped.
She looked up at Leigh Miles, her tear-streaked face a heartbreaking sight.
Leigh Miles pointed a crayfish at her leg and said with a completely straight face, "I'm not kidding. I've seriously seen someone who hurt their leg just like you and didn't treat the wound in time. It got massively infected, the whole bone turned black, and in the end... they had to amputate it."
Lorraine Morrison didn't quite believe her, but the young girl in front of her spoke as if it were the absolute truth, and she couldn't help but feel a little spooked.
Leigh Miles shot a look at the girl beside her. The girl understood instantly, quickly grabbing a cotton swab, dabbing it in antiseptic, and applying it to Lorraine Morrison's wound.
"AHH—"
This time, the pain was real for Lorraine Morrison. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her face scrunched up in agony.
