What a Perfect Match

The auntie walked into the room with a basin. "Miss, the water is ready."

Chu Qingzhi nodded at the auntie. "Auntie, do you have new cotton cloth at home?"

The auntie was usually very stingy, but when she saw the blood on the man's clothes, she agreed without hesitation. Saving a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda. "Yes, I'll get it for you."

Chu Qingzhi went around to look for medicinal herbs to stop the bleeding and inflammation.

After finding the herbs, she immediately returned to the auntie's house.

The auntie handed the cotton to Chu Qingzhi. "Miss, do you think this much cotton cloth is enough? If it's not enough, I'll go to the neighbor's house to borrow more."

Chu Qingzhi took a look. The cotton cloth was about three feet long. "It's enough. Auntie, I'll bandage his wound now. Can you help me brew the herbs?"

The auntie agreed readily. "Alright, leave the brewing of the herbs to me."