The alcohol was poured directly onto the wound, making Moh Li wince in pain, while Bai Zhi didn't pause for a second and promptly sprinkled the hemostatic powder on it.
But with no bandages nearby, Bai Zhi glanced around and noticed Ouyang was wearing a trench coat, apparently with a white shirt underneath.
Without any hesitation, she tore it.
Ouyang had already awakened earlier, and for some reason, he found Bai Zhi's brisk and efficient manner somewhat familiar. Where had he seen it before? Where could it be?
"Rip"
With one strong pull, Bai Zhi tore a large piece from Ouyang's white shirt.
The corner of Ouyang's mouth twitched. This Bai Zhi, she must be doing this on purpose.
Before binding it, Bai Zhi, still showing disdain, soaked it in alcohol and then began to wrap it up.
Afterwards, she looked at Ouyang. Since the pit was not too high, she intended to lift Ouyang up herself.
Just as Bai Zhi was approaching Ouyang, he slowly opened his eyes.
