In the bathroom, Qin Yang washed the blood off his body. Without a change of clothes, he could only put on the same outfit he wore before.
On leaving the bathroom, Lu Bingyao, who was severely injured, was already quietly asleep.
In the hall, Lu Qingmu, Zhou Yizhen, Long Ao, and Hong Ye were all standing at the staircase.
"Little miracle doctor, is Yaoyao alright?"
Lu Qingmu saw Qin Yang coming down and hastily asked.
"Oh, she's fine. The bullet has been extracted, and I'll prescribe a couple of herbal remedies." Qin Yang said expressionlessly, as he picked up a pen from a nearby stone table and wrote down two prescriptions.
"One prescription is to replenish qi and stop bleeding; the other should be boiled into a paste and applied to the wound. In half a month, she should fully recover."
Qin Yang handed the two prescriptions to Lu Qingmu.
"Thank you, little miracle doctor."
