Shangguan Nanyi's Mind

Feng Qingying frowned and bandaged the wound, he had just washed away the blood on his hand, and Shangguan Nanyi's voice came from outside: "Ah Yu, it's me."

Feng Qingying indicated for Forge to bring the blood down, and said indifferently, "Come in!"

After Shangguan Nanyi entered the house, he smelt a thick stench of blood. Seeing Lingtong holding onto some blood, he asked nervously, "Are your injuries serious?"

"It's nothing, it's just a superficial wound." Feng Qingying had already changed into a clean set of clothes, covering all her wounds. From the outside, it could not be seen that she was injured.

Shangguan Nanyi took out a white porcelain bottle from his white robes and handed it over to Feng Qingying, "This is a top-grade Golden Sore Medicine, take it."