Miss Qiang and the three of them were engrossed in their game of "Human Brain" when Zhou Xuan interjected, "Miss Qiang, how should we treat Little Fuzi's hands? They've been bitten until they're all mangled."
Qiang Xiaojie snapped the Black Water cards in her hands, making a crisp sound, and replied, "It's simple. Go to the kitchen, find a piece of pork, cut it into rice grain-sized bits, and apply it to Little Fuzi's wounds. Once you're done, call me, and I'll accelerate the regeneration of his flesh."
"That works."
Zhou Xuan didn't doubt Miss Qiang's method. He immediately severed his Divine Revelation link, went to the kitchen to find some pork, grabbed a pair of scissors, and sat under the lamp to painstakingly cut the pork.
Cutting the pork into rice grain-sized pieces might seem dull, but Zhou Xuan found it oddly therapeutic. As he snipped away, his weariness seemed to slowly dissolve.
While Zhou Xuan cut the meat, Zhao Wuya was also busy.
