Xiao Ming was seriously injured, with three broken ribs and damage to his internal organs.
Lin Qingluo used her spiritual power to set his bones and reconnect his meridians, while Lin Yixuan assisted from the side, skillfully stitching up the wounds and wrapping bandages.
The surgery went well, Xiao Ming's breath gradually stabilized, and his heartbeat returned to normal.
Lin Qingluo washed her hands with clean water, and watching Lin Yixuan expertly wrap the bandages, she smiled with satisfaction. She then gave Xiao Ming a Spirit Pill, and left the bamboo house.
"Cousin."
Ye Qingying wiped away her tears and greeted her, "Senior Brother Xiao, is he?"
"The surgery was very successful."
Lin Qingluo smiled reassuringly, "We'll observe him overnight, and if he doesn't have a fever, we can consider this crisis to be over. He'll wake up early tomorrow morning."
"Cousin, thank you."
Ye Qingying's nerves relaxed, and she seemed to collapse, her eyes rolling back as she fainted.