Shen Manyun looked down at the furry tiger paw lying in the wooden box, unsure how to proceed for a moment.
Over there, Yan Feiguang had already sat down. He handed Shen Manyun a delicate silver box.
Shen Manyun opened it, and a glint flashed in her lowered eyes.
Inside the silver box lay a dozen or so blood needles of varying thicknesses and lengths.
They had been reinforced by Yan Feiguang using some kind of magic, and the blood aura had almost completely dissipated, presenting a deep, dark red color, more like works of art.
Shen Manyun was a seamstress, and seeing such a set of needles, she couldn’t help but be amazed.
But then she thought that these blood needles were all made by Yan Feiguang with his own blood, and she sighed softly.
“Is something wrong?” Yan Feiguang asked.
Shen Manyun shook her head. She took out the most suitable needle, but found that there was a hidden compartment under the silver box.
Opening the hidden compartment, she found a silver thimble hidden underneath.
Having done tailoring work for so long, Shen Manyun inevitably had thin calluses on her thumbs. She didn’t expect Yan Feiguang to notice even this detail.
She couldn’t let his kindness go to waste. Shen Manyun took a deep breath and picked up the tiger paw from the wooden box, studying it carefully.
Over there, the middle-aged Soul Clan member, A-Lie, had already taken off half of his clothing, revealing the severed end of his arm next to his sinewy muscles.
He didn’t question Shen Manyun’s professionalism, but silently turned to face her.
His arm was broken, and that was that. Besides Shen Manyun, there was no one else who could treat him.
A-Lie had many old scars on his body. Shen Manyun glanced at them and didn’t dare look again.
Wars frequently broke out in the world of the book. It seemed that the stability of Wuwang City was due to them guarding the city from the front lines.
She had to heal him. Shen Manyun bit her lip, put down the tiger paw, and carefully studied his wound.
Healed wounds were more difficult to find the rules of blood and flesh connection than fresh wounds.
Wounds healed by survival instinct were like a tangled mess, making it extremely difficult to find where their original cross-sections were.
Shen Manyun’s hand holding the blood needle trembled slightly. This was undoubtedly a difficult project for her.
The courtyard was silent. Yan Feiguang was a quiet person to begin with, and A-Lie’s wife also held her breath, not daring to disturb Shen Manyun.
After maintaining one position for a long time, Shen Manyun finally found the end of the chaotic lines. She leaned forward, holding the needle and picking out a “thread end.”
The blood needle was extremely thin, and piercing the skin was excruciatingly painful. A-Lie’s arm muscles instantly tensed, and blood dots seeped out.
Shen Manyun said softly, “I’m sorry.”
“No need to worry,” A-Lie said.
Shen Manyun’s entire body was tense, in order to maintain the stability of her hand.
If the flesh and blood before her was an embroidery, then it must be an artistic treasure that would amaze everyone.
This was life, complex, vivid, the most wonderful creation of the creator.
She… she was so fortunate to be able to glimpse such beautiful fabric patterns, every detail woven without flaw.
Shen Manyun was good at learning. Just understanding the first action of picking open the “thread end” allowed her to skillfully disassemble all the flesh and blood at A-Lie’s wound with the needle.
Yan Feiguang was not without research on the Soul Clan’s body.
Although he didn’t have Shen Manyun’s keen and professional eyes and hands, he would prepare suitable blood needles for Shen Manyun based on his own understanding.
According to the different thickness and toughness of A-Lie’s body meridians, Shen Manyun quickly changed different blood needles.
Her slender fingers held blood needles that were almost invisible, as if her hands were subtly disassembling A-Lie’s wound in an invisible way.
Her movements were as beautiful as creating a work of art, while the owner of the wound, A-Lie, was in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness, but he gritted his teeth and didn’t let himself faint.
The Soul Clan was different from humans. Their sleep was more like death, and all bodily functions would drop to the extreme.
Their unconscious bodies were no different from corpses. In order to maintain vitality, he had to accept treatment while awake.
A-Lie’s wife, Fang Ye, was so heartbroken that she didn’t dare to look anymore, and could only turn her head away, staring at the wooden stool placed in the corner of the courtyard.
Yan Feiguang didn’t have much expression on his face. He understood the Soul Clan and knew that A-Lie had to endure the pain before him.
Shen Manyun rearranged his wound. When she came back to her senses, she realized that A-Lie was actually in so much pain.
“I’m sorry, I… I’ll be done soon.” Shen Manyun raised her shoulder and wiped the sweat from her face. She took out the tiger paw from the wooden box.
When she touched this cold tiger paw, her face suddenly turned pale.
Shen Manyun had no experience in treating the Soul Clan at all. The last time she rescued Xing Lan, she had the guidance of Yan Feiguang’s power.
Moreover, his injury was newly opened and did not require the step of disassembling the wound.
But today, she made a fatal mistake.
She should have disassembled the cross-section of this tiger paw first, otherwise, would she let A-Lie endure the pain while waiting for her to deal with the cross-section of the tiger paw?
Shen Manyun’s hands trembled instantly. She had done something wrong, even though this couple trusted her so much…
The originally tense mood seemed to break, and Shen Manyun’s fingers were so weak that she couldn’t even hold the needle.
She told herself not to hesitate and blame herself, but the constant regret and guilt still prevented her from calming down.
Yan Feiguang’s eyes fell on her. He noticed her constantly trembling shoulders, and her fingers pressing on the tiger paw, no longer firm.
She was hesitant and uneasy, not mature and firm, but this was a normal reaction for ordinary people.
She made a mistake, but it wasn’t her fault. Not everyone was born with rich experience.
Yan Feiguang turned his head and nodded to Fang Ye.
Fang Ye wiped the tears from her face, took out a clean white handkerchief, and came to Shen Manyun’s side.
Shen Manyun was still trapped in a brief moment of self-blame. From the time she discovered the mistake to now, only a short moment had passed.
Suddenly, a warm hand holding a white handkerchief wiped the sweat from her forehead.
“It’s okay, A-Lie has suffered more painful injuries on the battlefield than this,” Fang Ye said softly to Shen Manyun. “He can endure all of this.”
Shen Manyun’s blood needle landed on the end of the tiger paw. She felt her hand become much steadier.
“I’m sorry, I should have…” Shen Manyun said quickly.
“It doesn’t matter,” A-Lie said in a deep voice.
Shen Manyun felt her eyes heat up. Her hand steadied, and she understood that what she should do was to deal with the tiger paw as soon as possible.
From day to near dusk, Shen Manyun completed this huge project. The black and yellow tiger paw was reattached to A-Lie’s body.
At the moment when his flesh and blood connected and healed, Shen Manyun collapsed to the ground. She had no strength left in her body.
This work consumed her mind, and now she felt that her hands were not her own.
After a long period of pain, A-Lie felt that the part he had lost had finally returned home. He let out a deep sigh, and the tiger paw turned into a human hand.
This hand grabbed Shen Manyun’s body, which was about to sink down.
He grabbed Shen Manyun’s arm with one hand and said, “Thank you, Miss Shen.”
Shen Manyun saw that the middle-aged man’s cheeks had become extremely pale.
It seemed that he had indeed suffered great pain just now, and she could have halved this painful process.
“I was negligent…” The tears in Shen Manyun’s eyes finally fell. She was helpless and self-blaming, but also relieved that A-Lie’s arm had recovered.
Letting the injured regain their severed arm, she could actually do such a meaningful thing – instead of embroidering those gorgeous and useless embroidery patterns day after day.
“But I’m really better,” A-Lie and Fang Ye thanked her repeatedly, and Shen Manyun responded in a flustered manner.
Afterwards, Shen Manyun sat on a chair and rested for a while. She thought she should go back and ask the couple if they could find the way back to the post house.
From beginning to end, she had focused her attention on A-Lie and had not noticed where Yan Feiguang had gone.
But at this moment, she turned around and saw that there was still a person standing in the shadows of the courtyard,
his dark blue short shirt almost blending into the twilight.
His figure was silent and tall, a shadow in the setting sun, but upright and strong.
Yan Feiguang’s eyes fell on her, and Shen Manyun immediately lowered her head.
But the corners of her lips curled up slightly. She felt that she didn’t seem so lonely.
Yan Feiguang was still there. She thought he had left after leaving the task to her.
-So he saw the mistake she made just now?
Shen Manyun became nervous. She really didn’t have the ability to do things well now, and she must have caused him trouble.
Yan Feiguang walked up to her and used a misty white airflow to pick up the scattered blood needles on the table.
“I’ll do it…” Shen Manyun hurriedly reached out, but found that her hands were so tired that they were shaking, and she couldn’t grasp the slender blood needles at all.
Yan Feiguang silently put the blood needles back into the silver box, closed the lid with a “click,” and placed it in front of Shen Manyun.
“If you’re tired, you can take it slower. The Soul Clan is different from humans. They must be awake to endure the pain of healing.”
After speaking, Yan Feiguang said goodbye to Fang Ye and A-Lie.
Shen Manyun also prepared to leave, but her body seemed to have no strength, and she couldn’t even stand up straight.
Just as she was at a loss, in the slowly fading twilight, Yan Feiguang reached out a hand to her.
“Get up,” he said to her.