Zhao Yan was accustomed to tending to wounds; applying medicine and bandaging them was second nature to him.
"There. Keep the wound dry for a while, stick to a light diet, and avoid spicy or greasy food." After tidying up his supplies, Zhao Yan placed the golden sore ointment on the table and instructed Linglong: "I'll leave the medicine here. Just change the dressing once a day. You saw my technique; it’s simple enough, so just take your time. If you run into anything you don't understand, just have your master come and ask me."
"This servant understands," Linglong replied earnestly. In her eyes, Zhao Yan now stood ten feet tall—he was, without a doubt, a man of his word.
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