"Stitching?! Stitch your wound in such a public place without any sterilization tools?!" Butler Rand instantly turned into a screaming chicken, "Who the hell did this?!"
"Me." A girl's ethereal voice floated over from behind.
Butler Rand turned his head and saw a cheerful young girl, holding a silver needle at least three inches long in her hand, smiling brightly at him.
"Sir, I'm the damn person who stitched the wound. Do you have a problem with it?"
Rand wanted to say he had a problem. But when he looked at that thin and long silver needle, the words on the tip of his tongue suddenly lost all courage to come out.
Abed noticed the girl's displeasure and hurriedly explained, "Uncle Rand, Miss Ruan saved me from a traitor's gun. You should be thanking her. And she knows China's medical skills—the kind where a single needle can save lives!"
Butler Rand's eyes suddenly lit up.
"China's traditional medicine?!"
Ruan Qi raised an eyebrow: "You've heard of it?"
