Li Tiehua dry-heaved for a long time nearby, and when she looked up, she met her elder brother's anxious gaze.
"What's wrong?"
Li Tiehua shook her head, "Mr. Jiang is amazing. Just now, someone's arm was nearly chopped off, and Mr. Jiang just sewed it back up with a needle like that. I found it really disgusting. Maybe Mr. Jiang really is a god who descended from the heavens; I've never seen anyone with such skills.
There have been many people in our village who encountered those bandits, but I haven't seen anyone's arm get stitched up like that and just heal directly."
Li Tieniu rushed over quickly, but before he arrived, he saw four people carrying someone inside.
"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang, save our village chief, save Dawang!"
Li Tieniu widened his eyes to look carefully, and sure enough, it was Lin Dawang.
Lin Dawang was lying there with his eyes closed, already in a state of unconsciousness.
