Gu Changqing had given the anesthetic to the wounded soldiers, explaining that he didn't need it. As someone accustomed to martial arts, injuries were inevitable for him, and occasionally when he sustained a severe one, he would need to drink a bit of anesthetic potion. However, no matter the type, anesthetic potions were ineffective for him.
Gu Jiao couldn't help recalling her initial days in Capital City when she first stitched up Gu Changqing's wounds, and there were no anesthetics in her first aid kit either.
She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now she realized the first aid kit might have already determined the patient was intolerant to anesthesia.
So all of his wounds, both large and small, had been sutured without any anesthesia?
Gu Changqing gazed at Gu Jiao and smiled gently, "It doesn't hurt, really."
"Mhm," Gu Jiao responded very seriously, though her hands became much gentler.