If there's no benefit to her, she is never the type to repay grievances with virtue.
"Bear with it," she still had to say, "I only set your bone yesterday, and you still have unexpelled blood clots in your chest. I don't dare to use flesh-regenerating medicine that's too effective for fear I might have to open your chest to remove the blood clots in a couple of days. The poisonous insect venom hasn't been completely drawn out either, still causing damage to your muscles. Your life isn't in danger now, so hurry and get that out. If you can't extract the insect yourself, I'll take action."
Since she started learning from the whistle, she had gained an in-depth understanding of human anatomy. After all, where to strike a blow for a quick death and where to hit to end life painlessly were all sophisticated matters. Miluo was currently just a fox, but the principles of his muscles were fundamentally the same. Treating him wouldn't be too difficult for her.
