Bai Xi asked the others for strong liquor. There was no sterilized cotton cloth available, but the doctor mentioned that the current supply had been washed and sun-dried before being packed away. Having been exposed to the harsh sun, it would have to do. She then asked for a fine needle, plucked a few strands of her own long hair, and soaked them in a small bowl of the liquor.
After quickly getting everything ready, Bai Xi looked at the wounded soldier. "It's going to hurt a bit. Can you bear it?"
The soldier nodded. Compared to losing his life, what was a little pain?
Bai Xi handed him a piece of cloth. "Bite down on this. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll bite your own tongue off."
With that, she began to methodically treat his wounds.
The moment the strong liquor touched his open wound, the veins on the soldier's forehead bulged. His eyes widened, and his jaws clamped down tightly. The onlookers watched in trepidation but dared not speak.
