The wound on her left knee hurt immensely, so much that her brain couldn't function.
Chen Shuhao was following the steps to treat the wound, but she hadn't even touched it twice before big drops of cold sweat began rolling down her forehead, mixed with the rain, making it indistinguishable if she felt cold or hot. Only the sensation of pain consumed her entire body.
Liang Zhiqiong watched her the whole time.
To this, Liang Zhiqiong found it unbelievable.
Such a severe wound, handled without anesthesia, and not a sound came from her...
Liang Zhiqiong couldn't help but admire her a bit.
By comparison, her own injuries were much lighter.
Moreover... Liang Zhiqiong glanced carefully at her own palm; back then, Chen Shuhao had merely pressed on her wound to make her feel the pain. It hadn't caused her wound to split open or worsened her injury at all.
