Dapao nodded, turning his head to the side, not daring to look.
Old Dong poured a little alcohol into his hand, rubbed it, and then quickly poured it over Dapao's wound.
The dripping alcohol fell onto the cloth in the basin.
"Ah!!!!!!! Mmm!!!" Dapao clamped his mouth shut, trying not to make a sound.
Being out in the wild, making too much noise could attract Zombies, which would be troublesome.
Old Dong worked quickly, precisely sprinkling the wound's edge all around, then swiftly picking up the alcohol-soaked cloth from the basin.
He glanced at Dapao.
The pain peaks during bandaging, as the cloth directly contacts the flesh, and the friction is a special kind of agony.
Inside lay bones, tendons, flesh and blood, all red.
Without any hesitation, Old Dong pressed the alcohol-soaked cloth against the wound and wrapped it around, circle after circle.
"Hss!!!" The veins on Dapao's neck bulged, sweat dripping down.
After ten seconds.
"Done." Old Dong tied a knot and said.
