"What's your name?" Chen Xin let the woman tend to the wound on his forehead again. It hurt a bit, so he chatted with her to distract himself.
"Zeng Liu. Liu as in willow tree. My dad wasn't very educated, so when he named me, he just went with the willow tree by the river at our door." The woman, or Zeng Liu, carefully removed a piece of old gauze from Chen Xin's forehead with tweezers and used a cotton ball soaked in alcohol to clean the scabbed wound.
After cleaning the wound, Zeng Liu said to Chen Xin, "Using hemostatic powder initially was the right emergency action, though it did affect the wound a bit and might leave a scar."
"No big deal, it's just a small issue." Chen Xin didn't mind having another scar on his head; it was nothing serious for a man.
