C116 He Needed a Sword

Wang Zhou's bandaging skills were impressively adept. Once all the wounds were dressed, Gao Mu succumbed to a heavy slumber. Upon awakening, he was still prone, and a minor shift in position pulled at the stitches on his back, eliciting a wince of pain. Surveying the room, he let out a sigh. The space was a simple, old-style dwelling with nothing more than a basic sofa