Originally, Shi Hongtu and the others watching from the side immediately turned their heads away, not daring to look anymore. Fu Tinghan leaned in to look, noticed fingerprint marks on the wound, and realized that Wu Yongfu had used a lot of force in the end.
Some fabric was still stuck to the wound due to blood, so he carefully tore it open and saw the blood coming out again. His brows furrowed tightly, "This won't do. You move around a lot, the wound is too large, and it will tear easily, making it very difficult to heal afterward."
Zhao Hanzhang thought for a moment and said, "Stitch it up."
Fu Tinghan agreed, but, "We don't have a needle, and not even any thread."
Zhao Hanzhang nodded toward the group of refugees, prompting Fu Tinghan to immediately say, "Fu An, go borrow some needles and thread."
Fu An: ... What to do, I feel my toes are curling into the ground.
