Wang Ye sat by the coal stove for a while, allowing his body temperature to rise gradually. By now, the wound had started to swell red, and he knew he needed to deal with it as soon as possible—even the most rudimentary treatment would be far better than leaving it as it was.
He rummaged through the room but didn't find any medicine, only some stale bread and fresh milk. Thus, he searched other apartments for a moment and did find some anti-inflammatory drugs, some bandages, and a simple suturing device.
First, he used a small knife to shave off the rotten, hardened edge of the wound. Then, he heated the knife on the stove. Heading to the bathroom, he randomly grabbed a towel, turned on the tap, and to his surprise, water flowed out. So, he washed the wound with the water and then twisted open an antibiotic capsule, sprinkling the powder on the wound.
