Please Accept a Bow from Your Disciple

"I believe you."

Bai Xiao smiled slightly, it was a smile filled with confidence.

Seeing Bai Xiao's smile, the woman became a lot more at ease.

He had just checked that his calf bone was broken. If he fell, he would fall onto a hard object with a sharp point, causing a bloody hole to appear in his leg.

It was because of that bloody hole that caused him to lose too much blood and fall into a coma.

Bai Xiao took out Seven Fields from the basket and told Yang Dingchu to grind Seven Fields into powder so that he could use it to stop the bleeding.

The child was eight or nine years old, and he wondered if he would be able to bear the pain of the bone and the pain of treating the wound.

If she wanted to use the anesthetic, the recent Wan-An Hall definitely wouldn't hand it over, but she …

She seems to have a mandala in her basket.