After Long Ting left, Baili Xia found the two discarded shoes and put them on.
She had been barefoot for so long, the soles of her feet were already worn out.
She arranged for Yu Le to lie down on the prepared hospital bed, ready to bandage him up.
In the yard, Yu Le had been fighting two opponents at once, and the number of hits he took was countless.
Although these injuries wouldn't be fatal, they weren't light either.
Despite having many questions she wanted to ask Mu Xiaojiu upon seeing him return, Baili Xia couldn't worry about it now.
Just as she was about to start bandaging Yu Le, Mu Xiaojiu walked over and grabbed her arm.
Baili Xia looked at him with a face full of bewilderment.
"Uncle, what is it?"
"Your injuries also need to be bandaged."
Baili Xia pursed her lips and shook her head.
"I'm fine, I came late and didn't get hit much."
Looking into Mu Xiaojiu's deep eyes, she had no confidence in her words.
Her body did indeed hurt.
